The assistant

A switch of plans

I always had an impulse to attack when I was upset. Today was one of those days.

I stomped to the newfound couple with fury. I don't even know what happen, one second I'm yelling at both of the sluts. The next I was throwing punched at the brunette.

"Avery, Don't fucking touch Massey." Connor screeched.

"I'll fricking kill you." I threatened.

I turned from the brunette and started kicking Connor in the stomach. He fell to the ground with horrific pain.

Massey went to Connor, who was lying on the floor.

"Where the fuck are you going?" I asked as I yanked her hair.

She screamed for help. Connor fucking cheated on me with a girl, who couldn't even stand her grounds.

The university was empty at night. So if anyone was on campus, they would be at the dorms. Which were far away from were we are.

I was this close to knocking Massey out. I raised my arm as it balled into a fist. My fist spiralled down .

Suddenly someone from behind grabbed my waist and pulled to their body.

"Ave, that's enough. Let's get out of here. Before you get in trouble." Whisper a familiar voice.

It was Aiden. He was my brother, who always got me out of trouble.

He pulled me into a hug. I begin to sob as my eyes look at the unconscious bodies. Of course, they aren't dead. They would soon wake up and Massey would think to go to the authorities. She doesn't even know about Connor's bad history with the cops. All she know is that he is good looking. If they even think about telling them shot. I will spill the beans about Connor's illegal drug selling job.

Let see how they like that.

But knowing Connor, he would tell her to keep quiet.

Or so I thought.

( one year later)

I glance at my reflection in the mirror. I smile at my jet black hair dyed red tips straightened to perfection.

"I love it." I told my mom.

It was least she can do. After what happened to Connor.

About six months back, Connor was caught giving drips to an under cover cop. He's in jail for 5 years. Massey , his slit, broke up with her. She became depressed after the breakup. But, became suicidal after he was in jail.

I always knew something was up with her. Or, that she was straight up crazy.

"I knew you would love it . When you were younger-" I zoned out after that.

My mom, was always the kind who would tell you a story at any moment. Even if it was off topic.

"Mother, can I have a few minutes alone. " I asked politely.

"Oh my, what time is it? You have to get going to school." Mother reminds.

I grabbed my Chanel bag, slinged on my arm, I ran to outside.

My beat up Toyota was standing by my dad's Mustang. It probably looked ugly by the mustang. But I don't care, I paid with my own money.

My brother was on our porch , listening to music on his iPod. He barely noticed me walk by. Douche.

I get into my car and drive to the University with confidence.