Juliet saved the Bad Boy (COMPLETED)

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JULIET

Fuck my life.." I grunted.

I can't believe my last words were going to be useless. I half expected it to be "tell mom I love her" or some sappy shit like that. But turns out my last words we're utterly useless.

How I got here? Trust me I don't know, I was sipping the liquid from my red cup the first second and the next thing I know is I'm running towards him. Let's backtrack for a quick second okay? Let's check where I went wrong.

"Juliet," Says my best friend, Tamara, nudging me.

I shot her an irritated look and went back to my phone and continued scrolling through my feed. But she still kept on nudging me faster this time.

"What is it?!" I said and took a bite of my fries.

"Look," She says and points her finger somewhere and my eyes instantly followed it's direction.

And saw them-

"The no brainy-bunch are at it again-" Before she can finish her sentence I already got out of my seat and walked as fast as I can to where they were- at my brother's table.

"I told you not to go near him again" I snarled at him

"Sweetie, you think a little girl can scare me?" He says and chuckles to himself to which his teammates also followed.

"You must have forgotten who gave you a broken arm last week huh? How's the bench feel?" I taunted him

This guy can't take a hint! I don't even know why they're following this moron to every antic he does and gets praised like a fucking god when he looks more like the lambs' people in the ancient times' sacrifice.

I can see his teammates' eyes widen for a bit biting back an "ooooh" from their mouths.

"Don't even start me with that shit" He says inching a bit closer

"Then leave my brother alone, before the captain of the football team fractures both of his hands" I threatened him again.

He didn't speak for a second so I turned back to my brother who was silently watching us from his table.

I was supposed to go and sit beside my brother when a hand roughly pulled me to him.

"Son of a-" I cussed and was pulled roughly to Chris- the moron.

"Listen here, don't cross the line again. I won't be as patient as I was before" He snarls at me and held both of my cheeks in his other hand, and the hand he has around my elbow tightened its grip to which I winced a little.

"Hah! You don't scare me, trust fund baby" I bit back. By now he was even madder.

People! There is a girl here who is being fucking manhandled and you won't even turn and bat an eyelash. I swear, people only pay attention to you if you wear a shorter skirt and tighter shirts. And they turn a blind eye willingly when it comes to harassment.

A guy- Luke Rivers, suddenly went up to Chris and grabbed him by the shoulder to stop him from even going further.

"Dude, she's not worth it," he said and looked at me for a second and then back to Chris.

Chris roughly lets go off me with a little shove and turns to glare at me before storming out with his cronies.

I turned to my brother and gave him one last look before I stormed out of there to head to my table. I feel him run up to me,

"Are you hurt?" He asks in his soft voice.

I swear to all things holy, that the softness I should have inherited from my mom went straight past me and into my brother. While I got the brazen attitude my dad had -bless his soul- but my mother likes to call it "Brazenly stupid" yeah, to her own daughter!