From Enemies to Best Friends

From Enemies to Best Friends (Ch. 3)

Oh, that girl was going to get it. I didn't care how much trouble I got into, she made my best friend cry. I don't put up with that kind of thing. I was pretty positive I was going to get suspended.

When school ended that day, I was the first one out the door so I could see Jessica walk out. When she finally did walk out, fifteen minutes later, I followed her a few feet and grabbed her by her fake blond hair. She turned around and swung, as a reflex I assumed since she probably didn't know it was me. She missed as I ducked and then stood up straight and decked her in her face. She stumbled back, holding her nose, which was already bleeding.

I know what you're thinking. 'Violence isn't the answer, Megan; you said you beat up people for him, that's not good, blah, blah, blah.' Yeah well, thanks for the tip tree huggers, that's just how I deal with things. Sad, I know, but I was raised to defend myself and sometimes I use my strength to protect my friends; and that's all you really need to know. My friends are all I've got.

But anyway, the next thing I did was knock her off her feet. I proceeded to punch her in her jaw. She screamed and fell to the ground; she ended up hitting her head on the concrete and blood started gushing from the back of her head. To finish her off, I kicked her several times until I was satisfied. Then, I leaned over her and whispered, "That was for Nick, whore." And I walked away as if nothing happened, leaving her crying and screaming.

People were staring wide-eyed with their mouths hanging open. They must have not expected that from me. I mean, she's somewhat bigger than me. I could have killed her, though. It was hard to stop myself from beating her head on the ground repeatedly. I needed to stop before I got myself put away.

"Megs, wait up!" I heard a deep voice call as I was walking away. I stopped on the sidewalk and waited for him to catch up. "Hey, you didn't have to do that," he said, stopping in front of me. "I've got you to help me get through this; I don't need either of them. What they did just showed me how fake they were."

"I know." I said quietly and looked at my feet.

Nick paused for a moment looking at me. "Why did you do it then?" he asked gently. When I didn't answer or even look up, he lifted my chin with his finger, "Megan, what? What's the matter?"

I'm sure the way we were standing there looked pretty bad on our part. With his finger under my chin and us looking into each other's eyes intently. I hoped my friends didn't happen to walk by and see. I would never hear the end of it.

I looked at him, his face was calm, but his eyes were sad and worried. He was hiding something from me.

"You're my best friend, Nick; when you cried, it made me want to commit murder." I just really wanted to get off this subject, I was having feelings I couldn't explain.

He chuckled but then got serious again. "Seriously though Megs, there's something else going on with you."

"Okay, fine. You saw what just happened, I almost killed her. There was blood everywhere! It just scared me." That wasn't the truth, but it also wasn't a lie. I didn't exactly know why it irked me so bad to see him hurt more than anything else in the world.

"Aww, she deserved it."

"To die?"

"Well to me, yes. But you're right; do you need some help or something? Like, I don't know, mentally?" he said, jokingly.

"Yes, but not as much as you do." I said, biting my lip trying not to laugh.

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The next day, Friday, the fight was all everyone talked about. I found out that day, people had recorded the whole thing and then posted it on YouTube. I was greeted that morning with high fives, hugs, and of course, glares. I never could figure out why people liked her. She was the type of person who wouldn't think twice about stabbing you in the back just to get higher on the food chain. Neither me, nor Jessica, got sent to the office that day, but I was sure our time would come on Monday.