Chapter nine

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This chapters a little bit short sorry lol

But I made a new cover! Lemme know what you think!!

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"School is such a drag!" Samantha complained to me.

"Ya I know right?" I laughed.

We were in last period and waiting eagerly for the bell to ring.

"Especially history," she motioned around the class room. "I mean, come on!"

I rolled my eyes at her. "I, actually like history for your information!"

She scrunched up her nose at me. "Nerd."

We both started laughing, but the bell rang and cut us off.

"Yes!" She hopped out of her seat and literally crawled over desks trying to get out. "Bye Logieeeee!" She called over he shoulder.

I laughed at her and began to walk out like a normal human being. I was in the back of the room though, so I had to wait for everyone to get out first.

"Oh Logan?"

I turned to face my teacher.

"Yes?" I watched out of the corner of my eye as everyone filed out.

"I know it's only the second day, but I am so pleased to have you in this class! I can tell you're going to be a great student."

I half smiled at the complement. "Thank you miss, I look forward to being here."

She smiled at me as I walked out of the class.

Jeez, the school is creepy when no one is here! The history room was in the back of the school, so I have a while to go before I reach outside.

Pain erupted on the back of my head as I was shoved down.

"What the hell!" I yelled as I tried to scramble back to my feet. (Note the word tried) a foot was placed on my stomach forcing me to stay down.

I saw Mitch standing over me, an evil grin plastered on his face. Four or five other guys surround him. Oh he has no idea who he's dealing with.

I tried to wiggle out from under his grip but to no avail. "What do you want?!"

"I want pay back, do you realize how humiliating it is to be punched by a girl in front of half the school?"

"Get over it!" I snapped at him. In response he shoved his heal harder into my ribcage. I refused to show any pain even though it hurt like hell.

An idea struck me, so while Mitch and his friends were busy laughing at me I stopped struggling and went limp under him. His foot immediately relaxed and in that split second I rolled out from under him, grabbed his ankle in the process, and made him go sprawling on the floor.

"Hey!" He yelled.

One of his guys was behind me, grabbing me by the waist, and the others grabbed my arms as I flung them back, connecting one of my elbows with someone's face.

The guy behind me pressed his body to mine, making me feel disgusted as my butt was pressed into his bulge.

Soon they had me in a death hold, and Mitch slowly got off the ground. He was so weak, so I told him so.

He glared at me and stepped forward. He raised his hand and brought back down, connecting with my face. The sound was sickening and familiar. It rang threw the empty halls.

That pissed me off. So again, I did the logical actions of a girl my age; I spit in his face and brought my leg up, kicking one of the guys holding my arms in his sensitive area. He released me and the other guy holding me grip slackened. I wiped my arm away from him then brought it forward, back-handing him.

Pain shot into my stomach and I coughed up a little blood. Fucking Mitch just kicked my in the gut!

"You little shit!" I yelled.

The two guys had recovered by then, and their grips on my arms were even tighter. I grimaced as the dug their nails into my scars.

Mitch grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

He whispered to me. "You can fight all you want, but we're stronger then you. We can do what ever we want to you..." He licked his lips and his sour breath sprayed my face. I internally shivered at his words. Not again. Not today. Not ever.

"You're a coward!" I yelled in his face. Some of my blood splattered on him. "Who needs five guys to take on one girl?! Why don't you fight me on your own see how you can handle it!" I wanted to continue my rant, but his arm that was raised and ready to hit me again, had a hand around it. I felt the guys behind me tense up and I grinned wickedly at the familiar shape.

"I wouldn't mate."

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