Fallen Angels [DISCONTINUED]

Aster

I slammed Nathaniel Bowman into the side of  school, my anger breaking the dam of calm.
"What the hell did you do to Kateri at lunch?" I snarled, making my point clear.
"Nothin'!" A sly smirk spread across his face. That smirk of ego almost cost him his greasy hair!
As I gripped Nathaniel ' s hair, pulling his head back to an unsightly angle, I hissed in his pale, fleshy ear, "You have till the count of three-"
"You don't scare me Greeningham!" The little git threw me off of him. "Oh...so that's why you keep coming back for more!"
"You-!" He attempted to deck me, but my foot conveniently found his gut, knocking him onto the dusty asphalt. 
"So," I yanked up off the ground, "You have to the count of three to tell me what you did to her. And if you tell me, I might spare you. If not, well, you'll see what happens!"
Nathaniel Bowman was shaking. "You are such a -"
"One."
"I swear I didn't-"
"Two."
"You wouldn't-"
I drew my fist back and prepared to throw. "Thr-"
"Fine!"
Ha. Greasy coward. It's too easy to intimidate him.
"I might have taunted her-"
"That's good enough." I took a step back, and Nathaniel relaxed, but before he knew it, I threw my fist into his nose as I hard as I could, digging it in to make sure it left a mark, and not just on that  pimple covered, zit face of his.
"Leave Kateri alone, because next time, I won't be as forgiving."  
I turned away from his greasy, acne, blood streaked face and strode down the alley way, to where late November sunlight beckoned me, blood dripping off of my knuckles, leaving a bread crumb trail behind.