Lefty's ✓

fourteen.

August

My face crumbles when I see her hands on another guy. Melissa twirls her fingers in his hair and trails her other hand up his chest. Her hips grind against his as their lips match up in a too perfect harmony.

His mouth creeps up to her neck and she moves her face to give him the best angle. As his lips work mercilessly on her the side of her face, her neck, and her ear, she turns to look in the direction I'm standing. Our eyes lock and I feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.

Melissa doesn't make any move to stop and instead encourages him by moaning his name; Logan.

I run have there and throw her off of him. Logan stands up and puffs out his chest, trying, but failing, to intimidate me.

"Hey, man, what the hell?" He has the audacity to yell at me. "What is your deal?"

I look at him with the hardest glare I can manage. What is my deal?! What gives him the right to ask me what my problem is after he stole the girl I was in love with.

"You're a fucking asshole," I seethe between my teeth. My face is flush with anger and the look in my eyes only gets stronger. He notices this because his chest lowers and his arms start raising to protect himself. It's like he knows I'm going to punch him. Which I do.

My arm swings to hit his face. Logan flinches and brings his hand to his face to touch his bloody lip. The rage in his eyes grows and he lifts his arm to punch me square in the jaw.

Before his arm hits, Melissa grabs it in mid air. She puts it back down to his side and looks at Logan, silently telling him to stop and calm down. He backs down like a dog being told to "heal".

Melissa looks up at me, a bored expression still managing to spread across her face. Her eyes are blank, dark, with no emotion behind; like always. She crosses her arms and sinks into her hip.

"Leave," She says.

I do.