Good Girls Love Bad Boys

Chapter Three

Finn Mortem aka Colton Haynes is on the right hand side of the page>>>

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Friday

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--{{Finns POV}}--

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Two weeks since our 'incident'. Well I don't know if you could call it an incident. Our following meetings had been slightly uncomfortable. Awkward. But were getting better.

School had just finished and Scott, mark and I had just gotten out the school building when we saw John.

He was a prick. A little rich kid, who also happened to be a nerd. Perfect subject. 

"Hey look who it is! Oi John, come over here." I yelled, pulling his attention to me. He involuntarily shuffled to us.

"What you got there?" Mark smirked "books?".

Scott pushed the books out of his hands and shoved him on the floor. In an instant we were kicking him. No one seemed to notice.

Well that a lie. They just wouldn't stand up for him.

"Stop" she yelled firmly. A girl yelled, we didn't give her a second breath. "STOP!". This time we looked at her. It was Lisa.

"Go on Lisa, I'll meet you up the street". I waved her away and we turned back to the boy, kicking him again and again.

This time she pulled us back. Putting her body between us and the boy.

Scott and Mark looked confused but reluctantly stepped back.

She knelt down next to him. "Are you ok?" She whispered, inspecting the cut and the blood that streaked his face. Helping him up she walked away slowly.

She turned back to them. "You guys are cowards. Scum sucking weak cowards. Only terrible human beings pick on someone with less physical ability than there own".

"Did she just say we had good physical ability?" Mark smirked sarcastically making me chuckle. Though it didn't feel genuine.

"Oh piss off mark" then she turned to me "I'll see you after netball, tomorrow, at the shopping centre. 2:00".

She sent me a disgusted glare, before walking off and helping the boy we'd beaten up.

I felt uneasy. The other two scoffed and walked off gloating.

I joined in.

But this time......it felt wrong.

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--{{Lisa's POV}}--

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I felt sick. Carrying the boy away. How could he-all of the them-just beat the kid up? Pleasure? Attention?

The boy murmured something.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I said 'thank you'" he said it louder but not very. I smiled.

He called his mother to pick him up and she came in an instant.

"Thank you" his mother said, hurrying off.

I walked home and went to bed quickly, feeling sick to the stomach.

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Saturday

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