They're Not That Bad

15-Achy Pain

Chapter 15

Achy Pain

I pushed myself off the lockers and stood a little straighter. Dixson was huge. His muscles protruding out and almost as if they were bursting from his uniform. It was as if a UFC fighter was towering towards me.
When we met he bumped shoulders with me. Very aggressively. So aggressive, that I went flying back and hit the lockers at a powerful force. And if my luck couldn’t get any worse, Dixson had shoved me onto a locker with a chunky lock with sharp edges that jabbed right into my upper arm.

I clutched it in clear pain but clamped my lips shut to avoid a scream or whimper out of the agony. So I directed my anger towards my assailant who was already walking away.

“What the hell?! Why did you do that? Does it make you feel like a big man, being able to push the little people around? Seriously you need to get a life! What is your damn problem?!” I practically yelled at him as I was fuming.

Dixson turned around, anger written across his face. He started to walk towards me again and my insides squirmed in fear. Whilst he was walking he spoke.

“What’s my problem? You are my problem.” He was almost near me fists clenched and I pressed my back against the lockers frightened of what he was going to do to me.

But before he could say or do anything, a strong British voice interrupted him.

“Leave off Dixson. She’s doesn’t know what she’s saying, so back off.”

My head whipped to the owner of that voice and it was the last person I’d expect.

Will Wickette.

He had his dark blue eyes focused on Dixson and a pissed off look on his face. Dixson also stared at Will, anger still there clear as day.

Then it clicked in my mind. They were from opposite gangs. Will was from Four Nations and Dixson from The Aces. This was bad.

“I don’t even have time for you Wickette.” He turned around to leave but then stopped and looked at me directly. “Don’t cross me again.” He then left and rounded the corridor out of sight.

'Don't cross me again?' Was he serious?! I so wanted to shout back at him saying that he was the one who made contact with me but somehow Will had come right next to me and held onto my arm, so that I wouldn’t go after Dixson. Annoying of him to do so but a wise move.

I looked up at him and his face still had that pissed off look. Maybe it was permanent.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing challenging someone like Dixson Tucker? You know he could break you two if you gave him the chance, which you probably did. What did you do to make him so mad?”

The thing was Will wasn’t yelling or shouting at me, he was saying these things in a normal calming voice which scared me more.

“He started it! He pushed me hard against the lockers for no reason, says that I’m the problem, and then tells me not to get in his way again when it was him in the first place who made contact with me!” I said defending myself.

“Well you must have done something to get on his bad side. I’ve never really seen that look in his eyes before.” Will said thoughtfully.

“Really? I’m surprised! I thought the ‘I’m going to hit you face’ was permanent.” I replied sarcastically.

“There used to be a time when I never saw that face. He was happier, we all were. That was a while ago though and I guess things have changed too much for it to be normal again.”