The Cajun pushed me against the lockers, his eyes ablaze. "What did you just say?"
Ignoring the shocked gasps and amused laughter, I smirked at him. "I called you a douche bag. Problems?"
A muscle in his jaw ticked in anger, and his fist swung at me fast. On instinct, I raise both of my arms to shield my face, bracing myself for the pain.
Only it never came.
The noise died down, and as I peeled my eyes open, I realized why.
Daisy Raider had intercepted the blow.
Her small hands, which I had just stepped on mere moments ago, was clutched around the fist. As I watched, her grip tightened, and the Cajun was suddenly howling in anguish.
"This is my home turf." She hissed.
He laughed, and winced as a loud crack echoed in the hallways. "Your home turf? You're nothing but a scum!"
Her eyes hardened, and her leg rose to break his knee. He fell to the ground, moaning.
"Get out of here. Get out and pray that I will never see you again."
Two of his henchmen moved to stand by his side, but Sophie Robb, the blonde I was making fun of seconds ago, stepped forward to meet them heads on.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, boys." She warned in a low tone.
They inspected her from top to bottom. "What are you going to do? Step on me with your high heels?"
"No. But I might break your face." Her brother said, before throwing a punch that made me physically flinch.
The three Cajuns looked at each other, before stepping back carefully. "This is war."
It wasn't until that the disappeared out of the front gates, that realization fully settled in.
The school nerds just saved my life.
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So...um...yeah.
