You Don't Know Me

Chapter 20| Fight

"Oh look it's the tough chick" Gavin whispered to Eli and Landon, they probably didn't realize that I heard, but I did.

I remembered about how I needed to show them that I am tough. By 'show' I mean beat their asses. It's gonna be easy, since in my brain they are labeled as 'dumbass #1, #2, #3'.

"What did you say?" I ask the three of them in a challenging tone.

They look at me in shock, they really didn't know I heard. "I would say shut up, but you can't even whisper without everyone hearing" I scoff.

"So you guys think I'm an act?" I continue. Landon smirks and the other two do the same.

"Why of course we do" Eli says glaring at me.

"Oh little boys, they never learn. Do I have to do all the teaching around here" I ask in a teasing way. They look confused until I add in something.

"I'll teach you a lesson."

Their faces pale, but they don't move their smirks and they scoff. "As if you could" Gavin laughs.

I wait for them and give them my best glare and smirk until they realize that I'm serious. I throw a jab to Gavin's jaw and he stumbles back in shock as he clutches his jaw wincing.

I kick Landon's waist before dropping low and kicking him in a spin and he falls to the ground. Eli looks at me and his smirk falters for a second before he realizes he just showed me that he was afraid and his smirk returned.

I smirk even more before throwing more hit at Eli until he's on the ground Gavin and Landon are now trying to get me back but I dodge all their hits.

I throw punches and kicks just enough so that they can't stand up again. They all sit on the ground bruises starting to form all over them and poor Landon is holding himself in pain, maybe that last kick wasn't necessary, but I did it.

Eli rolls his shoulder and he holds in wincing. Gavin is holding his ankle and I may or may not have a trick into mildly breaking his ankle, at least he doesn't have to go to the hospital. At least a broken ankle isn't that bad... I think.

"Wow you guys are such actors, I barely touched you" I mock with a smirk and their shocked faces before turning around and walking away before any adults see.

They should know better than to rat me out though, seeing as they will just get hurt again. Common sense.

Students gape at me from the crowded circle that stands around the three boys and some just laugh and some just look surprised.

Serves them right.

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"Wait you're telling me that you didn't even get caught.. not snitched one...nothing?" Destry asks me in shock and I shake my head each time.

"Nothing?" Destry asks as if to check what she heard.

"Nothing." I confirm with a nod.

"Wow, you're good" she says impressed. "I have to be, otherwise I'd be snitched on. The only reason they don't is because they know they would be next?" I explain to her before my vision goes black as someone's hand cover my eyes.

I sigh. "Brent" I say holding back a smile.

He groans and removes his hand to sit next to me. "How did you know?" he asks frustrated at my lack of reaction.

"Who else would cover my eyes?" I say with my eyebrows raised.

"A possible murderer?" he says but it comes out like a question. I give him a dead-panned look and he just laughs. "What?" I ask getting slightly angry. What's so funny?

"You're hot when you're mad" he says bluntly. Heat burns my cheeks at his blunt statement.

"And you're cute when you blush" he whispers in my ear.

The heat becomes more warm and he just laughs again as I duck my head down to hide my red face.

I hear a small 'aww' from across the lunch table to see Destry looking at me and Brent.

"You guys are goals" she says when she notices my gaze on her.

I raise my eyebrows at her statement. Did she just call me and Brent 'goals'? We aren't playing no game here. No touchdown, no home runs, no goals. We aren't goals. We're just a normal relationship.

Amused at her choice of words I shake my head with my eyebrows still raised.  At least she isn't that bad. She's not a complete girly girl granted she isn't a tomboy either, she's in between. I can handle her.

I think we'll be good friends.

"I heard that you went all feisty this afternoon, sarcasm and everything with some jerks" Brent speaks up.

"I kicked their asses, they deserved it. They said some things." I tell him. He nods knowing not to get me to back down. He may be my boyfriend, but he knows that I have a short temper with some people.

He chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist and pulling me to his side.

"I love how my girlfriend can kick butt" he mutters kissing the top of my head.

I love being able to kick butt.