Opposites Attract

Chapter 12

JACK POV

"God I miss Elsa." I walked down the main tenth grade hallway for the last time after school to my locker.

I turned my head left to look down one of the hallways I was passing and saw Elsa standing at her locker cleaning it out. Dumping her things in a red duffle bag.

I started to turn and walk towards her but stopped when I saw her giggling. A pair of hands slipped around her waist and kissed her neck.

I was stunned

Angry

Frustrated

But most of all, confused.

Who was this boy touching MY Elsa.

I could feel myself getting heated. I wanted to run down that hallway and smash the boys head into the locker for touching my fragile, innocent, beautiful, Elsa.

And for a second the thought of fitting the rusty metal around his solid head crossed my mind.

But instead I forced my body to work and I stumbled down the main hallway.

I pushed open the boys bathroom door and fell into the disgusting stench.

I gagged and for once realized that whatever I've done in the past

Nothing

Nothing!

Compares to what I'm feeling right now.

The way his perverted hands gripped her, growling at her while kissing her neck.

My head spun and before I knew it I was sailing down the main hallway, turning right down to where they were.

I stopped when I saw her pushing him away slightly.

He jumped right back at her and lifted her up.

She responded and wrapped her legs around him and they kissed passionately.

Her innocence slipping away at her pink and white polka dotted 50s pin up dress rising past her knees. Her hair that was once up in a nicely up-do bun was wildly falling out.

Then his hand slipped and cupped her ass.

That's when I lost it. I screamed. "you fucking pig!" Over and over again while I bolted at full speed down the hallway.

She spun her head towards me and he suddenly looked up.

I ran about five feet more before a coffee cup that obviously a careless student had not thrown away from their locker collided with my foot.

I tripped and instead of his head smashed, fitting around the metal of the lockers

It was mine.