The Battle of The Bad Boys (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 4: World War 3

Amy walks over slowly, relishing in the attention she's receiving from the class, tailed by Jessica and Kitten Number 5. To the casual observer, she looks friendly enough but with closer attention you can see the corners of her mouth straining to maintain a smile and her eyes are narrowed slightly.

"Leila and Sam, right?" Amy asks, perching on the end of my desk. "Why were you talking to our boys?"

"What, like you own them or something?" Sam asks incredulously. Now every person in the room, male and female, is focussed on our desks and I could swear I saw two boys shake hands on a bet. If I were them, I wouldn't bet against Sam right now; she never loses a fight.

"Whatever Sam, first you go on a date with Aidan and now Leila," she cringes as she says my name, "is flirting like crazy with Tyler. He's. Not. Into. You." She sneers. Right so we're done pretending to be friendly then. I feel Sam tense next to me, protectively, and put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"So why are talking to me then? Surely if he's not into me then we don't have a problem. Unless you feel threatened or something..." I taunt.

"Threatened? By you? Oh look, the midget makes jokes!" Now I'm pissed. 5'3" is a perfectly normal height, that is, unless you are standing by a 5'9" leggy blonde in platform wedges. God I should have worn the 4 inch heels like Sam suggested. That's when Sam loses her cool.

"At least she hasn't slept with every guy on the football team, including the coach! Slag." Right, everyone take cover. My bestfriend has just started World War 3.

"What did you just call me?!" Amy turns her attention away from me,  screaming at Sam.

"I think you heard me."

Behind Amy I see two other Kittens sharpening their claws, almost hissing with rage. Luckily Mr Greene chooses that moment to walk  into the classroom and The Kittens reluctantly return to their desks, shooting daggers at Sam as they go. A few minutes later, I see Amy pass a note to Sam. As she reads it, I can feel her physically shaking with anger and realise that I'm going to need backup to restrain her after class.

I slip my hand into my bag and grab my phone to message one of the boys. With their muscles they should be able to hold back Sam, no problem. Crap, I didn't get any of their numbers. Desperately scrolling through my phonebook in the vain hope I have someone who can help, my eyes are drawn to a new contact: 'Lickable Abs'. Immediately I am hit by a wave of conflicting emotions. On the one hand I am so relieved; I've never seen Sam like this and if I can't stop her, she could get herself suspended. On the other hand, what the hell was Hunter doing with my phone? And 'Lickable Abs', really? Cocky bastard.

Deciding that my bestfriend's wellbeing is more important than my pride, I type him a quick message telling him to come ASAP after class. Almost immediately he replies: 'Have some needs you want attending to? ;)'. Trying to avoid being seen texting by our economics teacher, I don't have time to type a sarcastic response. 'Hunter, seriously. I need your help.'

"Something you would like to share with the class, Miss Fawn?" Mr Greene demands, just as I press the 'Send' button. With a groan, I place my phone in his waiting hand. Great. Now I just have to sit and hope.

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As expected, the second the bell rings Amy and Sam are on their feet and heading to the door. Hurriedly packing my bags and reclaiming my phone, I hear a squeal outside. Shit, they're at it already. I rush out to see Sam being held by the waist by a strong arm, struggling to escape.

"I'm going to kill the bitch! Let me go!" It was quite amusing, watching her futile attempts to break free from the iron grip. Meanwhile, Hunter looked bored, as if it was taking no effort at all to restrain a furious teenage girl who was trying everything to wriggle out of his grasp.