Puck (Kickstarting My Heart #3) (COMPLETED)

I'm With You

"Hey, Vee."

I fought the urge to spin around in my chair and break the pencil Brice Rolland was continuously stabbing into my right shoulder blade. He was clearly fascinated by my inability to react to him and was doing everything in his power to push me to my limit.

"Vee." Brice jabbed my shoulder again.

Whirling around, I ripped the pencil from his tight grasp and snapped it. I tossed it on the desk, happy to earn an astonished expression from both boys. Brice picked up the eraser and held it in between his index finger and thumb, head cocked a fraction.

"What do you two want?" I crossed my arms over the back of the chair, staring between the two imbeciles in front of me.

"Where's Puck?" Nick's dark brows rose. "Planning a shooting?"

I slammed my hand against the table so hard it shook a bit and startled half the class out of their tired dazes. Every pair of eyes fell on me for a minute expectantly before they returned to their own projects and work.

"You really are an ass, Rollins." I shook my head, lips pursed in disgust. "I can't believe you beat the shit out of a kid who can't fight back, then continue to kick him while he's down. You're disgusting."

Brice fell back against his seat, arms crossed as he looked toward his best friend for an awaited answer. The look the two boys shared confirmed my suspicions on who'd beaten the

"I'm disgusting?" Nick leaned across his desk, so his face was only inches from mine. "You're disgusting for believing he isn't dangerous. You're not only putting yourself in danger by not reporting him to the principal, but the entire school."

I stared at the boy in confusion. "Report him for what?"

"You know he's planning something, Ronnie. Don't sit here and play innocent."

"The only thing that boy is going to be planning is how to successfully kill himself. Don't flatter yourself by thinking you play a big enough part in his life for him to do something that inhumane." I said. "Why don't you go back to being the guy that actually minds his own God Damn business?"

I saw anger ignite in his eyes, but a large hand slammed against the table between us, cutting off anything he had been about to say.

"How about you two finish discussing this later in detention?"

Nick and I exchanged a look before turning our anger and irritation on to our middle-aged Psychology teacher.

"I'm not sitting in a room with him for an hour." I muttered.

Nick mumbled under his breath. "Feel's mutual, Harper.

"A week?" Mr. Collins questioned, eying both of us wearily.

I turned my back to her and refocused my attention on my notebook before I finally snapped and threw myself across Nick's desk to beat him senseless.

*

Apparently keeping a clean record outweighed the thought of a torturous hour spent with Nick Rollins in detention. I forced myself to think of the bright side of the situation; there would be more than just the two of us locked in the room.

Unfortunately, my optimistic outlook fell short when I found nobody but Nick in the classroom. The teacher had even stepped out for a few minutes to find something to keep him occupied. I slipped into the desk at the front of the classroom, as far from Nick as possible. He seemed just as pleased with the arrangement when I shot him a dark look over my shoulder. He had kicked his feet up on to the desk in front of him, hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair with his eyes on the gray ceiling.