Dude, don't mess with the bad girl (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 6

Don't ever flirt with her

Cara's POV

Seriously. Ryan is so full of bullshit. I can't stand his immaturity.

Anyways, the rest of the week flew by without any other drama.

I refused to talk to Daniel, cause he was friends with Ryan. He seemed quite sad about my silent treatment. But serves him right. Amanda found out about the drama between Andy and Ryan. And it looked as if she was about to faint when i told her about it.

Apparently, they are arch enemies for a reason no one knows or refuses to talk about. It all started in sophomore year and they've been fighting ever since. Physical. Shouting matches. You name it. Whenever they fight, the whole school runs away in fear. But I was the 'idiot' who stayed and got in their way.

Then came the next week. To be exact. Thursday, Literature. Nothing too big. I only managed beat up a guy who tried to get in my pants. Gave him a good punch which landed him in a hospital and gained myself detention. Ok, maybe a kick too.

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"Hey babe, I've been watching you lately and you seem like the type who's real good in bed. Want to go to my place later on?" The guy beside me asked seductively.

I wasn't paying attention to the teacher, but when I heard that, I almost fell off my chair. I stared at him in disbelief and almost vomitted blood. He was the most douche looking guy other than Ryan, and the creepy smile just tempted me to punch a hole through his skull.

"I've been watching you lately" don't you think that's a bit creepy?

"Could you repeat that honey? I didn't quite catch that." I smiled sweetly.

"I- " He started out. What. A. Dumbass.

I gave him my signature death glare.

Silence. Was what I got.

I got out of my seat and punched the guy square in the nose. No doubt the whole class could hear the loud crack. How satisfying.

I grabbed him by the collar and hurled him to the ground. "You, sir, are the most disgusting person I've ever come across. You have the guts to ask me that kind of question? Do you know what type of person you're dealing with?" I asked him dangerously. He gulped in fear.

"Miss Jonson! What is the meaning of this?" Mrs Fawcett questioned me.

"Answer me!" I roared as my foot came down onto his chest. Obviously ignoring Mrs Fawcett's screams of terror.

He screamed in pain and tried to remove my foot, as a result, I moved my foot to his throat.

"I...i..." He choked.

"I can't hear you, boy. Speak up." I hissed, leaning in to stare into his fearful eyes.

He looked as if he was on the verge of wetting his pants. Lips trembling and face as pale as a sheet. No words came out from him as he desperately clawed at my heavy foot.

"Very well, since you're brain is that empty, I shall let you off with a warning." I told him, letting him get up from the floor.

"Miss Jonson- " Mrs Fawcett started as I turned my back to face her.

As soon as the guy got up on his feet, I turned around and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

"Oops. My bad, I didn't see your sorry ass of an excuse." I said sarcastically.

He led motionless with blood dripping down his nose.

Well, hopefully he doesn't have any internal bleeding...

"Someone call an ambulance now! The poor boy is going unconscious!" Mrs Fawcett shouted, running up to the guy and checking the damage.

"He deserved it. Why are you helping him?" I snarled at her.

"Miss Jonson! You don't just beat up a guy because he pissed you off." She scolded me.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me! You're defending the wrong person!" I shouted in frustration.

"You do not have the right to shout at me. I'm your teacher!" She told me off.

"I don't give two flying damns!" I shouted.

"Detention!" She screamed. I rolled my eyes at her and walked myself out of the classroom. Everyone stared in shock as I did so.

Short chapter. I know. Writer's block.

Just after I said that I was keeping up the 1000+ word count, it immediately drops. Damn it

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-Nameless