Worth Fighting For

Chapter 4: Lets Chat

Hey! What's up, you eating doughnuts? Me to! Okay I'm bored, onward with the story.

~ Halstorm

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I followed the infamous bad boy through our cafeteria doors and out into the courtyard. It was so nice out here, with the blooming flowers of spring and the nice green grass. Why don't we sit out here?

He turned to walk out of the courtyard but I stayed in place. He could be a murderer! I mean I can beat him with my fists but if he had a knife or gun?

Yea I'll see you in heaven.

I planted my feet in the ground, refusing to take another step, and he noticed to. He turned around and gave me an annoyed look, as if to say ' come on'

" A yea no. You could be some murderer." I said putting my hands up, beginning to back away.

He rolled his eyes and stalked forward to grab my wrist. He tugged me forward and around the building.

" Hey!" I yelled, struggling to get free of his grasp. He finally stopped behind a building where no one would see us.

See what I mean?! Perfect murder scene right there.

He stopped and turned to me, but not letting go of my wrist.

" Let me go." I warned in a dangerously weird voice. It didn't even sound like me own. I am one scary person, gosh.

" And if I don't?" He teased, smirking.

" I'll break your wrist." I simply said, which is what I was about to do.

He chuckled, still not letting go. Oh we'll, he asked for it.

I used my free hand to punch him in the gut, and he groaned and fell in pain. But he still didn't let go of my wrist.

I grabbed his wrist and twisted it, causing his face to contort in pain. I ripped my wrist out of his grasp and looked down at him, smirking at his pain.

What can I say, he was asking for it.

" Holy shi-" He began but I bopped him on the head with my hand.

" No, no, no." I warned waving my finger.

" God damn," He mumbled, getting up from the ground.

" Where did you learn to fight like that?" He asked, his eyes wide and suspicious.

" Well, let me think. My boyfriend is one of the best fighters on the coast, why wouldn't I ask him to teach me something?" I lied smoothly. I'm to good of a liar for my own good.

" Oh.. a... well" He began out of words. Ha, pathetic.

" Yea whatever, what do you want?" I said, scowling at him.

" We have to talk about this." He said, wiping off his clothes.

" And what exactly is 'this'" I said, using air quotes.

" Faceless, like how did you meet? Did he bribe you? Does he secretly collect Barbie dolls?" He said, smirking at the mention of Barbie dolls. I rolled my eyes at his choice of words.

" We met at a coffee shop, no he didn't bribe me, and as far as I know he doesn't collect Barbie dolls." I said, rolling my eyes again, while counting off the questions on my fingers.

Wow. It is so weird talking about yourself to other people.

He chuckled and I took that time to observe him.

He was wearing a white tee-shirt and a black leather jacket. Typical bad boy attire. He was also wearing dark blue denim jeans and black and white converses.