"What on earth are you doing?" I yell, anger rising inside of me. He stands there with a sheepish expression, rubbing the back of his neck whilst avoiding eye contact.
"I helped you, didn't I?" he says, ignoring my question. I scoff and glance at the imbecile on the floor who is only now just recovering.
"Don't change the subject, why are you here?" I press, narrowing my eyes as he looks away and bites his lip, a habit I've noticed he does when nervous.
"I came here to let go for a few hours, and then I saw that on you so decided to come help?" he answers, but his tone sounds like more of a questioning one. I glare at him, pointing to the boy slowly getting up off the floor and running - more limping - away in embarrassment.
"I could've handled that! Why didn't you just join him anyway, it was a perfectly good opportunity to beat me, wasn't it?" I say, keeping my eyes locked on him and noticing how he tenses - he does that a lot these days - and watch him carefully for any signs of hesitation or other emotions.
"I-I wanted to stop him, because...it's my job and the other boys to hurt you, not him!" he replies, but I see straight past the lie.
Then again, I'm confused. If he hates me, then why would he help me and get rid of that drunk, as well as stick up for me and most importantly, why would he kiss me? Yes, I'm talking about Zayn. That little...I don't have any words that can describe how annoying, self-centered yet discombobulating he is!
"Go away, right now!" I snap, turning my back on Zayn and taking a step further from him.
"But-" Zayn starts, but I cut him off with a sharp 'no', and face him to send an intense glare his direction.
"D'you know what? I think I'll let the others know how you've been disrespecting me, and see what they have to say about it." Zayn retorts, sounding childish and proud of his comeback.
"Okay. Off you go then." I say, hiding my smile as Zayn's smirk falters. He thinks for a few seconds, before joining me in reality once more.
"I bet Liam will be mad, he'll probably beat you so bad! And then being beat by the others and me...I almost feel sorry for you!" he responds, earning an unimpressed look from me.
"Hmm, I bet he will. Thanks for your concern, run along now." I dismiss, walking away and leaving the club, abandoning the astonished Zayn.
~
"Get back here right now, and we'll go easy on you!" I hear a familiar voice - Liam - yell from down the corridor, but I ignore him and continue my journey to class.
Some students stop their gossiping and watch me walk even further away from the school's most horrible gang, as they're known. Nobody messes with them, which is why I have zero friends. Nice, huh? I guess some people just don't think about how I feel, being the only student targeted by these idiots. Eh, who cares? I've got me, myself and I. I don't need anybody else!
"Is she serious? Oh god, she's so gunna get it!" I hear Liam say, his voice closer than before. I roll my eyes and carry on walking, acting as if I don't have five boys after me.
"Come here Destiny, I'm going to count to three, and you better be in front of me by then," Liam warns, beginning his countdown, "one, two-what?"
I turn around at two and face him, still a safe distance away and standing right beside my classroom door. The whole corridor is watching the situation, a few whispering to each other and nudging one another. Just before Liam can say three, I shove my middle finger up at him and disappear into the classroom. Inside, I hear the students outside gasp and chatter in surprise, causing me to smirk and imagine the shocked expressions on the boys' faces.
"Alright guys, let's get this lesson on the road!"
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"You're dead, I swear!" Louis snaps, him and Liam red in the face with anger. I remain silent and calm, remembering back to the weekend spent with my awesome uncle, who taught me some self defence moves and some major fighting skills.
"Right, shall we get started? This may take a while..." Louis says in a menacing tone, an evil smirk playing at his lips. I shrug in response, emphasising my reaction by checking the time on my watch.
"Hurry up, I don't have all day!" I complain, huffing and waiting for whoever decides to attack me first.
"Knock it off. You're already in deep trouble, nevermind giving us sass!" Liam points out, smirking whilst I roll my eyes impatiently.
"I'm waiting." I say, completely ignoring Liam's warning. The boys stare at me, shocked that I 'have the audacity' - as they'd say - to talk back.
"Alright, you can go first Lou." Liam offers, gesturing towards me. Louis smirks and nods his head in appreciation, stepping closer to me.
Just as he draws his hand back, I raise my palm and catch his fist in it, twisting my wrist so his arm turns in a way it shouldn't do. Louis looks confused, but knows better than to pull away, unless he wants a torn ligament in his arm. Whilst keeping his arm in the twisted angle, I send a punch to his face, smirking as Louis falls back with the force, causing his arm to twist further until he yelps. I release Louis' arm and shove him back, so he crashes into Harry and they both stumble back.
"Who's next?" I ask nonchalantly, looking between the gang. Liam steps forward, a determined look on his face.
He swipes a punch at my face, which I dodge and swing my fist, satisfied as it collides with his right eye. He stumbles slightly before regaining his balance and sending a kick to me that I catch, pulling his leg into the air vigorously so he collapses on the floor. Before anyone can even register the action, I begin to kick Liam's ribs violently and shout at him, earning a surprised and pained look from him.
"DO YOU LIKE THIS, HUH? IT'S NOT NICE, IS IT? NOW YOU KNOW WHAT I GO THROUGH EVERYDAY, YOU LITTLE SCUMBAG! GO PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE, THAT YOU CAN ACTUALLY TACKLE IN A FIGHT!" I yell, letting all my anger out but conserving some energy for the others. Liam winces, so I finally stop kicking him and leave him to get up. My eyes flicker to the rest of the group, scanning their astonished and amazed features with a feeling of pride.
Harry steps forward, sending several fast punches and sneaky kicks as I fight back. We continue to have a proper fight, shouting profanities and making desperate attempts to inflict any sort of pain on each other. Harry stops kicking and concentrates on his punching, which I take notice of and slide my foot underneath his legs, before shoving, hard. He topples to the floor and groans, failing to block my punches and kicks. I send a few more kicks, before subsiding and once again leaving him to sort himself out.
"Not so hard anymore now, are we?" I sneer, spitting on Harry and glaring angrily at everyone.
To be perfectly honest, I feel...lost for words really. I've gained some confidence - no let me rephrase that, a lot of confidence - after fighting Liam. I beat him! He's the worst, his intense build and abs with huge muscles in his arms, I don't know how I took him!
Now, here comes the easy bit, fighting the last two. Zayn moves forward, almost looking nervous. Before he can do anything, I grab his wrist and pull him, so his arm sticks out in front of his body, and flip him. He lands with a thud and a groan, winded from my constant kicks. I leave him, eventually, and turn to Niall who raises his hands up in surrender.
"Save it, I'm not going to fight you. We'll leave, hurry up and go home before they jump you!" Niall says, shooing me away and helping a breathless Zayn to his feet. I nod and turn on my heel, sparing a last glance towards the beaten, humiliated boys before going on my way.
