Stars

02

"He slapped your butt!?" Caitlyn gasped, nearly choking on a mouthful of pizza.

She had come over right after picking up a pizza for us while I had set up the drinks and movie. We were currently sitting on the couch, and I was telling her about what had happened today.

I nodded. "Yeah, and then he called me 'hot stuff'."

She frowned. "I don't like this."

"Me either. It's whatever though." I shrugged.

"It's not whatever. You're a good girl; my little ray of sunshine. A boy shouldn't be treating you like that. If I ever saw him lay a hand on you like that, I'd break his damn hand off," she shot back.

I shrugged. "I can only hope that they transfer out. I don't mind helping them out and teaching them, but I just don't like it when they break my project, or touch it for that matter, or slap my butt."

This time she spit out the soda she had begun to drink, and stared at me with livid eyes. "They what?"

"Cameron was trying to help fix my project but ended up breaking it."

The can instantly crushed in her hand and she shot to her feet. "The project you've already spent a month on? The project you've brought home to work on because you needed to finish it? The project you've literally put your blood and tears into?"

I chuckled and looked down at my scarred hands from the numerous times I've sliced myself with a sharp tool. "Yeah."

"Aw hell no." She stomped to the door and I quickly stood and grabbed her hand, trying to get her to sit back on the couch. "Where does this fucker live? I swear I'll slice his nuts off with a spoon!"

"Caitlyn! Please no!" I couldn't help but laugh. Don't get me wrong, I knew she'd do it too. Her ex had to put a restraining order on her because she constantly messed with him after she had caught him in bed with another girl. It flattered me that this girl loved me enough to go ruin a guy's chances at having kids because he had broken my project. Since I was a huge softie, she was my anger and would fight anyone for me. That's just how we've been for the past four years of high school.

"He needs to learn that what he did was wrong!" She said, still managing to move. I was wearing socks on carpet, and she just dragged me along like I was nothing.

I began to panic a bit when she was close to the door. She was being serious about this, and I was a little afraid for Cameron's manhood. "Caitlyn no!"

"Why not!?"

"I don't have the bail money!"

She stopped at that. "What happened to it?"

"You got in a fight with that girl who keyed your car, remember?"

She sighed. "Fuck, I forgot about that."

I dropped her arm and we sat back down on the couch. She still looked really mad, and I could see the flames flickering in her green eyes.

"If anything happens again, you text me and I will be down there in a second and start beating ass. Got it?" She told me, looking me right in the eye. She had removed her black framed glasses to make direct eye contact with me, and I felt the full power of her angry gaze.

I nodded. "I will." I sat back and took a long sip of my pop.

"Good. Also if you end up falling for Grayson, I will not hesitate to beat you. If that doesn't work, and you two end up together, he'd better show me in a fan-fucking-tastic way that he will not hurt you."