Undercover Model

Chapter 7

Hey all! I just wanted to let you know that I added an intro in the beginning of the book, with all the characters. For some reason, the cast disappeared, and I couldn't put it back. So, check the cast out if you'd like.

Anyways, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Crunch! I heard as my fist made contact with Tammie's face. I pulled my hand back and went for another punch.

As I was pushing my fist into Tammie's face, a hand grabbed my wrist, stopping my hand centimeters away from her face.

"What the hell!" I yelled, yanking my hand away. The only problem was that my hand didn't move. I pulled again. Nothing. The grip was too strong.

I turned my head around to come face to face with no other than Mr. Bad boy himself. He loosened his grip, and smirked at my surprised face.

"What do you think you're doing?" I yelled, taking my hands and shoving his chest.

"Listen, get ahold of yourself!" He said back, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the crowd. "You are starting to sound like Tammie yourself."

I was angry. Very angry. Who the hell did Mason think he was to stop me from getting justice?

"Can you leave me alone!" I screamed, yanking my arm from his strong grip.

"I know these circumstances aren't your favorite, but it's better than getting arrested."

"What do you mean?" I asked, crossing my arms.  

"Well, Tammie's dad is the sherif," he replied.

"Oh."

"Yeah, so you should thank me,
really, I pretty much just saved your nerd life," he said, smirking.

Cocky bastard.

"Whatever, I have to go," I said, walking away.

"You'll thank me sooner or later!" he yelled after me. I just about flipped him off, but at the very last moment, I decided not to.

I went back to the table I was sitting at, and slumped in the chair.

"What happened?" April asked, her face in shock.

"Well, I think I might've punched Tammie Adams in the face," I responded.

"You think?" Brandy asked.

"I don't really know."

"Well, you totally did! And it was awesome!" Ella squealed. "If only I got that on video. That would've been priceless."

"I admit, it was cool, but Tammie's gonna give you hell tomorrow," Brandy said.

"Yeah, I know," I responded.

"That is, if she goes to school tomorrow," April implied.

"Oh, she will. After all, she would never miss a party. Never," Ella said. "Not even with a black eye." 

"Oh god, what did I just do?" I asked myself.

"You just punched Tammie Adams in the face," Brandy said.