Blood Gulch High

Relapse

***WARNING: this involves use of tobacco, talk of sexual assault. If you don't like it, then I advise you don't read this chapter.***

Wash's POV
I could see that fucking punk, Felix, walking down the hallway.
He hurt my girl. And I'll hurt him.

"Wash stop it!" I heard Fallon squeal, but I wasn't in the classroom...
I sprinted into the room to see Felix with a shitfaced grin on plastered on him.
Fallon's eyes were glassy and she sobbed.

"Wash, he just fucking grabbed her ass. I was with her!" Simmons shouted.

"You son of a bitch!" I shoved Felix into the wall, I held him up by his shirt collar

"I will fucking end you, you piece of shit." I shouted in his face.

"David, enough." I could feel Fallons dainty hands on my ripped arms.

"David, please look at me." Fallon screamed.

i looked at her my muscles relaxing, my heart ached seeing her so upset.

"Let me beat the shit out of him." She said in a monotone voice.

"If you want," I dropped him from my grip. He grunted landing on his feet.

"Sorry about that sweetness." Felix said getting in Fallons space.

"It's alright," She said biting her lip.

What the actual fuck is she doing.

She ran a hand over his cheek, i could feel my heart breaking infront of me

just then, a loud smack echoed the large room.

"FUCKING BITCH." Felix shouted holding his reddend cheek.

"I swear to god on my fucking life if you think you'll get in my pants i will fucking end you. I will make your life a living hell, you fucking hear me you shite?" She screamed pushing him into a wall

Thats my fucking girl, i dont want to piss her off.

Fallon was fuming i had never EVER seen anyone this pissed off. Everyone was staring at her, taken back by her actions

"WHAT?! WHAT. THE. FUCK. DO I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?" She screamed balling her fists, her blue eyes an almost grey shade.

Everyone went back to looking at scripts and choosing the production we put on in the winter.

Fallon just disappeared to somewhere.

Now I have to find her.
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Fallon's POV
I took off for the fire exit at the back of the stage, I needed away from everyone.
Even Wash.

Everything seemed to be going wrong at once. I screamed and kicked the wall. I was infuriated, I just needed some way to escape.

"You okay, kiddo?" Brit walked up, cigarette in hand.

"No, I'm not." I sighed tugging at my hair. I felt tears spring the corners of my eyes.

"Here, have one," Brit flipped her pack open. The pack was almost gone 7 cigarettes were left.

"Thanks, you have a light?" I asked putting it between my lips.

She flipped her zippo open, flames cracking and popping against the wind and metal.

"What's got you so out? it's only the second day of school and you're resorting to drugs." Brit  questioned, occasionally puffing on her cigarette.