Management for Assassins

6. Touchdown!

TOUCHDOWN!

Rya's POV

Wow what a day. In homeroom, the populars are all behind me in one row. Except for Chonelle.

I think I at least made one new friend; Julia Nalcholm. But I'm not sure yet. I seem closer to her more than anyone else. And maybe Brock.

Oh no. I'm talking about being friends with the populars.

I made a scene with Jay, Chonelle tried to kill me, Brock and Julia are nice to me. I'm not sure about Hailey. She doesn't like me that much. I didn't get to know Alan yet. Haven't seen him since the cafeteria scene.

When finally the final bell rang I literally ran out of the class. After ducking, shoving gently and squeezing through the students, I took a deep breath once I exit through the school's exit.

I walked to my car where so many boys are sitting on it. I pick up my pace a bit. "What the hell you guys are doing on my car?!" There's about 5 guys on my car. And they aren't even cute.

They turned to me smirking. "Waiting for you, hotty." One of them said. I rolled my eyes. He has black hair, black eye-liner, black clothing.

"Get the fuck off my car!" I shouted.

"Oooh, she's a fiesty one. I like it." He didn't get the message. He's still smirking. He hopped of my car and walked towards me.

I really wanted to beat them up, but I think I should let Bray handle this. I turned my heel. Two guys grabbed one each of my wrists. I looked back.

"Where do you think you're going hotty?" One of them said smirking.

Okay, if I was a helpless girl and I needed to wait for my brother to come and probably be my hero once he saves me, what do I . . .

Oh no they didn't! They just squeezed both of my butt cheeks!

Argh! Forget it!

I pulled both of them in front of me that ended both of them to bang their heads together. They fell in front of me. They're still conscience rubbing their heads.

I looked over my shoulder to see a frozen Blacky. The other two guys came running towards me. Are they seriously going to hurt me?

I charged at the others. Once close enough I grabbed both their necks and pushed them down backwards on the concrete. I watched them swirm, suffering from pain. They find it hard to turn themselves over when their backs are broke. Sorry boys.

It's blacky's turn. He took a step back looking scared.

In slow motion, I jumped towards him. In mid-air I turned around with my leg out for more power, slammed his face with my foot. He span around really fast and landed on his stomach on the concrete.

The four guys behind me made a run for it. Two held their heads while they're supporting the other two with their backs broken.

Lifting blacky off the ground from his jacket collar I whispered to him; "find another boytoy, man-whore." Before I get to throw him, Bray yelled at me. I looked back at him.

He gave me a disappointed look. I sighed, I dropped Blacky without looking at him. I heard fast footstep sounds fading away.

Bray entered the car. His face showed no emotion. I opened the car door and stepped inside.

I looked at my brother.

"That . . . was . . ." He said with dissapointment. I looked down.

"AWESOME!!!" He said with excitement.