"Let go." I said turning to face the jock.
"No." He griped my fist even harder. I could feel my knuckles poping. I tried to wrench my hand free but his grip was to tight. It was like iron.
"Now." I said, my voce drenched with anger. When he didn't I swung hitting him square in the jaw. He let go but came back swinging.
He punched my in the stomach. I feel to my knees, gasping for breath. He kicked my face and I feel to the floor writhing in pain. He laughed at me. I wouldn't no I COULDN'T let him laugh at me. I jumped up tackling him. I punched, kicked, bit anything could do. The fight was over before I knew it. I was pulled off of him as he lay their crying in pain blood coming from his nose and arms. Someone had told the principle after and I had gotten in trouble but I was fine with that. I had defended my pride and honor.
I found my thoughts wandering to that girl. I thought about her fierce blue eyes the color almost matching my own. Mine where only slightly lighter, an ice blue. Her hair looked like silk. I blushed when I realized I was thinking of her.
The day after I got out of detention I saw her in the hall. She looked like I remembered her. Perfect. Her crimson lipstick clashing with her eyes adding a certain flare to her. Her hair pulled up in a pony tail, bobbing slightly behind her. The boy I fought yesterday behind her as if a body guard.
When they pasted me I exchanged glares with the boy as the girl kept her eyes forward and walked down the hall. I almost felt the urge to punch him again, I held back tough.
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RomanceWhat do you do when love never finds you? What do you do when every guy you've ever dated leaves you? Well..........nothing. You let it happen. You know what's going to happen. But what happens when you meet someone who lights up your world? You fal...
