I quickly ran after Slane, but I was always so much slower. Slane's agile body was already almost to the bottom of our staircase and he was briskly making his way to our front door. Slane threw our front door open; it seemed as if the door would fly off of it's hinges due to the amount of force he was using.
"Slane! STOP," I shrieked at him.
But he wasn't listening to me, He continued his way out to our front yard where Jake was, standing there with full confidence, a smug grin on his face, as if he thought he was going to be able to take on the town's bad boy. He had no idea how wrong he was. No one was able to take on Slane. That is, of course, unless his opponent decided to cheat. Cheating in a fight against Slane was either bringing along a few of your other buddies or bringing along another weapon of your choice other than your fists, such as a gun or knife.
Slane had once been caught up in a fight where his opponent had cheated; he had ended up with 42 stitches across his back in two diagonal cuts. He now has the scars to prove it. Those aren't his only scars though, He has dozens more, including other large ones and other very small ones. He has a small scar reaching from right below his temple to his jaw, right below his ear. That's one of the scars that people normally notice first. On his face, he had a total of three different scars. That one, one that was right above his eyebrow, and a small one on his chin. Each of which had left the reminder of the incident with a small pink line.
All in all, he looked like the definition of a badass.
The bad boy.
A leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding bad boy.
Right now, though, all he was wearing was his black sweatpants that he wore as pajamas. Shirtless. And yes, he had a small amount of muscle. Enough muscle that you could say he has abs. Very little, but they were there. It's the wiry kind of muscle. As if there was more to him than it seemed.
Slane stopped in front of Jake, bringing himself so he was chest to chest with him. Slane puffed his chest out, making him seem even bigger than what he really was. But honestly, he didnt need to. He seemed to already be towering over Jake.
At this point, Jake didn't seem so confident anymore. Honestly, he looked as if he was going to shit himself. And quite honestly, I knew how he was feeling.
But Jake decided he was gonna pull a smirk, hiding his true scared feelings. "What's up, pretty boy?"
Slane tilted his head to the side a little bit and a small smile grew on his face. But after a moment, so fast that if you were to blink, you would have missed it, the smile fell off of his face and he pulled his fist back to punch Jake straight in the face.
You could hear the crunch as a few bones broke. Besides that, everything seemed to be silent outside around us at the moment. That is, until I screamed.
"Oh my God! Slane! What did you do?!"
But it didnt stop there. Jake straightened up and retaliated, punching Slane as hard as he could. I give him props, actually. Jake was a lot faster than I thought he would be. Which means he probably has a small amount of knowledge when it comes to fighting. After all, he was still standing in a fight against Slane.
At first Slane looked as if he were going to double over from the pain of the punch. But he didnt. Instead, he fought against it. He looked straight at Jake for a moment. Blood was rushing down his face from both his cut lip and his nose- which seemed to be broken due to the fact that it seemed to be crooked compared to how his normally perfectly straight nose usually is. A grin appeared on his face, as if he hadnt a care in the world that he was slowly losing more and more blood and it didnt seem to be slowing anytime soon.
He began throwing punches at Jake. Nonstop. Jake was getting punches in there too at some times. But Slane was getting more than him. Of course, due to the fact that Jake was actually getting some hits in there, it was slowing down Slane more than usual.
"Jake! Slane! Oh, my God! Youre hurting eachother! STOP!" I continued screaming at them, but neither boy was listening to me. They just continued to smash eachothers fists into eachothers faces. I quickly walked over to where the boys are, and I stood about two feet away from where Slane was standing.
"What in God's name is going on here?!"
At the sound of Bentley's voice, Slane froze. He knew he was in some serious shit when Bentley finds out that he's been up to no good.
But even though Slane may have finally stopped throwing punches, Jake wasnt. He took advantage of the fact that Slane was no longer fighting back, and took another swing at Slane. But Slane somehow saw his fist coming, and at the last second, he ducked. This, of course, just happened to cause Jakes fist to come straight at me. Right in my face. And as cliche as it may sound, that is the last thing I remember seeing before everything went black.
