"Bye, mom!" I yelled as I pulled on my shoes. I was going to be late for school. However, considering it was my eighth day of school and I hadn't been late yet. "Why don't you bring over some friends after school? I want to meet them!" she called after me. I rolled my eyes, "Mom."
"Just think about it. Love you!" she waved as I stepped into the outdoors. I sighed at her typical mother behavior, shivering in the morning breeze. It was spring, otherwise known as my favourite season. The sun was high in the sky even though it was morning, and it already warming my skin.
BEEP BEEP!
I jumped out of my skin at the loud noise, and I turned around to find Miles rolling down the road beside me, his head thrown back in laughter. I scowled, allowing my heart beat to return to normal, "Morning to you too."
"Get in," he said with a chuckle. "I'll walk," I challenged. Miles smirked, "Fine, be late," he pushed the gear shift forwards as he returned his eyes forwards. I licked my lips, cursing under my breath as I slipped into the passenger seat of his car. "Thing you should know about me. I'm always right," he winked.
"I'm sure," I said with a laugh. Miles smirked, and within minutes we had pulled into a parking spot at the school. I stepped out with Miles, and if I had a nickel for all the curious looks I got, I would've been able to afford my own Audi.
"Oh look who it is."
I rolled my eyes as Flynn raced towards us, Peyton and Noah on his heels. He rubbed his chest in the spot where I had shoved him, his eyes narrowing in on me. I bit my lip to prevent myself from smirking. "Come on, Flynn. Let it go," Miles said sternly, "That was almost two weeks ago."
Flynn licked his lips, "Do you know how fast the word got around that a girl managed to push me off my feet?" he snapped at Miles. I smirked, removing the expression once Miles looked at me. He sighed as he turned back to his friend, "Come on, man, you came onto her, she gave you a little shove. Just let it go."
"Why are you standing up for her?" Flynn asked, spitting at my feet. Miles fists clenched at his sides, "Just leave her alone."
"Oh, does Miles have a thing for this new girl?" Flynn asked with a smirk, nudging his backup with his elbow. Miles licked his lips, "Flynn, don't even go there, you know you're just making up lies so you don't look like such a pussy."
Flynn smirked, his tongue running across his front teeth as he took a step towards Miles, "Come on then, Centon." He waved his fist at Miles, just calling for a fight. I swallowed, awed at what was going on right in front of me. I looked around to find that a crowd of students had formed, each of them staring straight at the two football players in anticipation of a fight. Miles shook his head, "I'm not fighting you, Flynn."
"Oh? Afraid to lose in front of your little girlfriend?" Flynn asked, waiting for his friends to snicker along with him. Miles licked his lips, shaking his head as he turned to walk away. "Miles," Flynn called. Miles turned around for a split second before Flynn launched his fist into Miles' chin. I squealed, covering my mouth as he bent over to spit out a wad of blood. Flynn smirked, "Come on."
Miles nodded, and Flynn lifted his hands in front of his face just like a boxer would. Miles stepped towards him, and I watched in awe as he struck Flynn in the gut, causing him to lower his hands for a milisecond.
That was enough.
Miles used the split second to slam his fist into Flynn's nose. I was positive everyone heard the cracking. My hands flew to my mouth as I jumped backwards. Flynn flew back, but this time his friends weren't there to catch him. The impact from Miles' strong hit sent Flynn down to the ground. He looked up, glaring at Miles as he wiped at the blood that was now spilling down his face.
Peyton and Noah stepped backwards, obviously not wanting anything to do with their friends' fight. Miles shook his hand, clutching his fist as he pushed through the roaring crowd that had gathered. "Miles, you can get suspended for that!" I yelled, following him into the school.
"That asshole deserved it," he growled. My jaw dropped, "You just punched your best friend in the face! Why!"
"Because no one talks that way to a girl!" Miles yelled, turning to face me. I stopped, swallowing the huge lump in my throat. "You just don't get it!" he spat out another ball of blood before he continued, "He looks at you like you're his next meal! Yes, you shoved him already, and that was great, but that obviously isn't stopping you. I didn't expect you to yell at me for defending you."
I stared at him, feeling like the biggest idiot in the entire school. I brushed back my hair, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize."
"Of course not," he wiped his chin, "You just jump to conclusions," Miles muttered, turning around. I narrowed my eyes, "Hey! I can jump to whatever the hell I want to. I'm sorry, if I don't like seeing people get hurt, Miles!"
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Miles asked, crossing his arms. I licked my lips, "I may not have understood what just happened outside, but here's something you don't understand. Every single thing you do can impact the future, you have no way of knowing what's going to happen."
"I don't think anything's going to happen because I punched him," he scoffed. I shook my head, "You could've paralyzed him."
Miles sighed, "Yes, I could've, but I didn't."
"But what if you did! It's those stupid split seconds that ruins people's lives! It only takes a second for anything to happen, Miles. You had no way of knowing what could've came out of that," I bit my lip, "It's those god damn seconds that can tear a whole life apart." I sucked in a breath, clamping my hand down over my mouth as my eyes began to water. "I'm sorry, Miles," I whispered.
"Jade," he stepped towards me. I backed away, "I'll see you in class," I said softly, breaking into a jog as I took off away from Miles. I rushed through the hallways until I reached my locker. I collapsed against it, sliding down the wall until I hit the floor. Well one thing was clear.
I was not ready to forget.
