Bad Boys Get Slapped

Chapter18- Hey, again...I guess!

Hannah's pov:-

I was about, no, I was supposed to receive a teeth crashing punch from a fuckboy, but surprisingly didn't. Maybe because my guardian angel protected me, or maybe better, a hot spy appears and chop Nash's head.

One eye opens slowly, but can't take in the view, so the other follows just to see him. To see the school bad boy clutching the other lad's fist. Bryan saved my teeth!

"Hey, let's make this more interesting ", Bryan says with a smirk stretches his features.

Nash turns to him.

"Mind your business Bryboo, I don't have time for your stupidity "

"Are we stating nonexistent things here? How about your manliness! "

A crowd oohed. Wait! There is a crowd?! I avert my eyes from the- about- to- fight- guys to the surroundings. Me, Bryan, Nash, and the populars' empty table are presenting the center of a circle of students with a diameter of 1 meter which means that its radius is 0.5 meter. Now, I know why we study math! Ha, absolutely for circumstances like these.

"Fight. Fight. Fight", the crowd chants with some excited fists on the air.

The next thing I see is Bryan lying on the floor.

What's he doing down there, is he sunbathing indoors and On the floor?

No, Nash is on top of him throwing punches vigorously at him without stopping even to take a breath. Bryan, on the other hand, is laughing as the fierce punches keep falling on his goddammit good looking face displacing his features. No wonder, if he ends up having a jaw on his forehead after this fight.

The sight of him being hurt really hurts. But, what hurts more, is the sight of him being hurt because of me!

"Who taught you to punch? Tooth fairy? ", Bryan teases between the various fists.

I don't know what to do? But, for sure, I have to stop this. So, I did the first thing that came to my mind.

"A spaceshippppp ... aliens apocalypse ", I shriek at the top of my lungs pointing at a random direction.

All eyes look where I was pointing. Nash stops hitting Bryan to look, then turns to look at me incredulously.

"Really, Hannah! That was a fl--", Nash starts, but never finishes, for Bryan flips thim over. It's like they swap positions. Bryan, punches Nash so hard, I think I can see blood.

"This for hitting her", he hisses, then tosses another punch in Nash's jaw.

"This for touching her and publishing that photo", he hisses again. He cares!

He is about to throw another punch when a voice interrupts.

"Hey, what's going on?!", mrs. Jerrinson -the school counselor- yells with her heavy, thick voice.

Our crowdy circle opens creating a very straight path for the old organized woman.

"Both of you to my office, now!", she demands pointing at Bryan and Nash.

I feel something inside my heart. It makes me feel so stinky. Ugh, it's called guilt. I bite the inside of my cheek watching as the two fellows get up from the floor reigning dignity, and flicking dust off of their clothes.

"No, mrs Jerrinson, I started it", I say with an 'I am sorry' tone.

"Okay, you three, to my office, now!", she corrects her self.

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"Nash, your mom is here", mrs. Jerrinson calls.

We've been sitting here listening to lectures from the old counselor for thirty years. You won't believe it, there are flying cows! Okay, I might have exaggerated, but seriously if this woman uses her stamina in wrestling instead of talking, she will win a whole closet of belts.