Paris And Skye

The Bet - Chapter 3

Skye's POV

A big, bulky guy stood in front of me with a smirk on his face.

He was extremely muscular and scary to look at. His hair was blonde and his eyes were a dark shade of brown. He stood really close to me with his arms crossed over his chest and his lips curved in a sly smirk. His smirk just made him look ten times uglier than he actually was.

He leant further more until our faces were inches apart.

His smirk grew and he parted his lips and said.

"Hey there beautiful wanna hang out tonight"

Furious. I was furious, I could feel my heart beating out of pure aggravation.

I raised my hands and slapped him hard on his face.

(Ha! who knew those boxing lessons from Paris would pay off.)

Who the hell does he think he is. He can't just smack my ass and then expect me to go out with him. If he thinks his stupid act is going to work with me he clearly has thought wrong.

I was hoping he would get scared and run away but he just stumbled backwards clutching his face.

He walked back towards me angrily and raised his arm to hit me.

I just took a deep breath and closed my eyes ready to take the hit.

"bitch, you're gonna-"

His sentence was left incomplete and instead, I heard him cry.

I opened my eyes instantly and saw the guy on the floor almost unconscious.

And my darling best friend Paris in front of me.

From the looks of it, it was clear that she had punched the guy or probably knocked him out by hitting him right on his neck.

Her hands were clenched in fists and I could tell she was extremely pissed because her face went red with anger.

He got up again and quickly slapped Paris hard enough for the sound to echo through.

But Paris didn't even flinch she just smiled, raised her leg and kicked him right in his gut causing him to fall down clutching his injured area.

All the students that were still in the halls stopped and looked towards us, but I wasn't concerned about their unwanted gazes. I was scared that maybe Paris might just lose her control and actually beat the guy to death or something like she did once in her boxing match against an opponent, well she almost killed the guy until someone had to go and stop her. Paris hadn't exactly had a very a good past. 

She grinned and leant down a bit. 

"Next time you'll think before even talking to a girl, now MOVE IT" she ordered in a threatening voice.

And the guy scurried away quickly. 

I let out a sigh of relief. The last thing I want is for my best friend to go to jail.

I was about to grab her hand and leave because a lot of people were staring at us with shock evident on their faces.

But then I heard a series of unsynchronised loud clapping and chuckles from right behind us.

Behind us stood three more boys. They were standing behind us near a window due to which I couldn't exactly make out their facial features. But I could tell they had a lean, slender and muscular built. 

Ok, I don't say these type of things usually (I don't even really talk to boys)but these boys were kind of like those Calvin Klein models.

I have two words for my readers, Greek Gods!