All Lights On Us

C10: Just a Kiss

Klara POV

I'm shocked at first. The foul mouth moving against my still lips tastes like dry lips and wet saliva. My eyes stay open, and I can see Brandon really close to my face. His eyes are closed, as if he's lost in the one sided kiss. My lip curled in distaste and I start to try and pull my head back. He keeps his grip on my head, but pulls back slightly. I never stop trying to yank my head out of his grip, but he manages to rest his forehead on mine. 

"I knew you felt the same way," he breathes onto my own mouth. 

His lips slam back onto my own and I snap. My knee pulls up and hits the target, knocking is gonads back into his feeble body. He pulls away with a groan and falls to his knees. I cock my elbow back and hit him with a right-cross – only this time I hit his right eye rather than his nose.

The sounds of scuffles and curse words calls my attention behind me, and that's where I spot Ben and Bishop rolling around in the grass hitting each other. Ben has weight on Bishop, and I know that Bishop is having troubles staying on top. I'm so frustrated I could cry – but instead I turn back to Brandon as he starts to get up.

"What the hell was that for? You don't have to pretend for him," he exclaims. 

I'm offended, confused, and so fucking angry. I slap him, the sound echoing through the field. 

When it doesn't phase him, I punch him once more. It lands on his jaw, but he acts like it barely bothers him. I go for his nuts again, but he catches my leg. 

"Let me go," I yell at him.

He doesn't. He lets me hop around. I curse and look over at Bishop straddling Ben, hitting him over and over again in the face. My heart drops and I double my efforts to get away from Brandon. The worry takes over. Worry for what Bishop might do at this fragile point in time. 

I finally snake my leg away from Brandon. I feel victorious until he speeds past me and tackles Bishop off of his friend.

"Oh God," I scream.

Two against one isn't going to bode well. I make a fast decision and start sprinting toward the change rooms. I run into the men's shower without thinking twice. I'm met with naked men all over the place. Some screech, others ask me what the fuck I'm doing, but I just find Michael and ignore the rest. 

"Michael! It's Ben and Brandon, they're fighting Bishop. I need your help," I yell and then start running back. 

Michael catches me in no time, thankfully he took the time to throw on shorts. He runs past me and I watch as he struggles to pull someone off. I look over my shoulder to see a few more guys running out as well, though I'm sure they just want to see a good fight. 

When I reach Michael and Bishop, it takes my mind a moment to catch up on what's happening. My heart pounds from running. Ben is passed out on the grass, and Brandon is yelling and spitting out blood, trying to get around Michael. Bishop also tries to get around, but Michael is a brick between them. 

My stomach rolls at Brandon's mauled face. He has blood dripping from multiple spots in his face. His lip is split and so is his cheek. Michael must have been pulling Bishop off, not the other way around. I sigh in relief and squeeze in between Michael and my fuming quarterback. Bishop doesn't acknowledge me, just keeps yelling at Brandon.

"You're a lunatic if you think she would ever want anything to do with you, motherfucker!"

"Are you crazy? Did you not see the moment we fucking shared?" 

Brandon yells back and I literally want to puke. I clutch Bishops face and go on my tip-toes to grab his attention.

"Hey, hey, hey," I shush him while looking over his face for injuries.