Chapter 18

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DISCLAIMER: This chapter will have a lot of cursing and it sounds really stupid, but ya know, teenagers so.

After the last bell rang signaling for school to let out, my heart began to race at a million miles an hour. As I hurriedly tried to get out of the classroom, Mr.Porter called me back. I stood next to the door and allowed all the other students to pass by me as they forced and squeezed their way through the door. When not another living soul was in the classroom he shut the door.

When he walked back to me, he touched the ends of my hair. "You are so beautiful, you know that?" I smiled at him, but this was the absolute last place that I wanted to be. Knowing Mr.Porter he'd figure out what I had gotten myself into.

"Thank you. I really have to go. My mom is waiting for me." I tried to walk away from him but he pulled me back to him by my forearm.

"I know something is wrong, and you're going to tell me tomorrow. But I don't want to keep your mother waiting." He looked me in the eyes and gave me a serious look. I looked back at him and watched his body lean closer to mine as he kissed my forehead. After he pulled away he let go of me and I walked out of the classroom. As I was walking down the steps of the main entrance my phone started ringing. I took it out and saw that Amber was calling me so I answered.

"Are you and lover boy done? Because everyone is here and Sarah is calling you a pussy and I'm trying to defend you but you're taking so long." She spoke quickly.

"Yes, I'm coming right now. Tell that bitch she better be ready because I'm gonna beat her ass." I replied angrily into the phone.

"You got it." And then she hung up. I quickly walked across the street to Subway. When I could see everyone standing in a circle my heart really began to race and skip beats. It was all over the place, and my stomach felt like it was in my throat. I was terrified. I was shaking as I walked through the crowd. I pulled my hair into a tight bun as quickly as I could and when I saw Amber I dropped my bag next to her. My breath was shaky and it felt like an unreliable source of air like at any second my air pipe could just crush and I'd suffocate.

Sarah was already standing in the middle of the circle, waiting for me. I turned to face her. "So, what was all that shit you were talking? Are you so fucking heartbroken that you can't get over the fact that I chose someone over you? You wanted to know if I'm about my shit, well here I am. Fucking fight me hoe." At that, she ran at me and before I could get myself ready she knocked me to the ground. Rage flooded every little piece of me as I tried to get her off of me as she punched my face. When I finally threw her off of me, I scrambled to get up and I started to punch her as hard as I could.

She tried to hit me but when she didn't she pulled me by my hair down onto the ground. "Let go of my hair!" I screamed and pulled her hands out of my hair. She yanked one of her hands away and punched me hard. I fell off of her and she forced herself off of the ground. I quickly got up as well so that she wouldn't have an advantage. Everything was moving so fast yet so slow. It was like I could see what she was doing but I couldn't react in time to stop her from actually hitting me.

She could hit hard too, James wasn't joking around. I couldn't feel her hitting me but my body would move quite violently. She punched me like four times before I finally got in a good hit. She stumbled back a little bit and I took that as my opportunity to knock her off of her feet. I forced myself on top of her and I straddled her. I began punching her face over and over again with both of my first as quickly and as hard as I could. She was yelling and trying to block my punches.

"Hey! Hey! Break it up!" A faint voice called out. I kept punching her, it was like I wasn't in control anymore. Like something inside me wouldn't let me stop. Her face was starting to bleed and bruise. Her lip was busted, but still, I kept hitting her. I felt a pair of hands grab at my shoulders. "Stop it!" The voice yelled.

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