The Bad Boy Found A Stain Of Blood In My Bed! ☑️

VI. Okay, This Has Turned Into A Videogame

"Now you're going to regret that..." He said, looking up at me with a glare.

That's when I noticed what I had gotten myself into.

A fight...

I wasn't prepared for a fight. I have never fought in my life. But inside me, I was so full with anger not only for how he had called me, but also for hurting my baby crush. I SO wanted to fight him. I suddenly felt so sure of myself.

The boy stood up and I got into a fighting position. My fists in front of me, covering my face, one leg in front and the other behind.

He got into a fighting position too. He stood on one foot, his arms raised up in the air as if he was a tree. Such a weird fight stance but whatever.

"Move it or lose it." I said.

"Move what or lose what?" He asked.

"Your ass or your ass." I replied.

ROUND ONE. FIGHT!

A deep voice deeper than Klinton's resonated all over the classroom out of nowhere. I didn't know who said that but whatever.

A kick came directed to my head, taking me off guard. This bitch dares to kick me! I fought back, slapping his face and then hitting his stomach again.

He fell to the ground, making a very unmanly sound. The entire class had gone wild. They were cheering and throwing paper balls at us.

The boy stood up to hit me again, but I blocked his attack and performed a super spinning kick that sent him flying across the classroom, hitting his back on the wall and leaving a crack on it.

He groaned but he didn't give up yet. He stood up and jumped up, moving his legs in the air as if he was on a bicycle. All the kicks were directed to my face until my nose was bleeding.

This time I fell to the ground. But I am the protagonist and I can't die, so while I was on the ground and he got closer, I raised my leg and kicked his balls, hearing a satisfactory exploding sound.

He let out another unmanly sound as he clutched his balls (or what was left of them) and fell to the ground in defeat.

SANDRA WINS. Said that mysterious super deep voice again.

The boy stands up and gets into that weird stance again, although he looks much weaker now.

ROUND TWO. FIGHT!

Seriously, another round?

The boy grabs a book and tosses it at my direction. The book hit me hard on my nose, breaking it. So that's his ability, huh? Throwing books. I'll show him what I can do.

I lifted a chair with a supernatural strength I didn't know I possesed and threw it at his direction. He screamed in pain when the chair hit his stomach. Then I raised another two chairs, one in each arm and threw them at him until his head was bleeding badly and you could see his brain.

Then he started wobbling.

FINISH HIM!

The voice said and the classroom went dark for a second. Wait, what does he mean by finishing him?

IT MEANS THAT YOU KILL HIM, YOU DUMBASS.

Oh right, I understand.

Wait, kill him?!

YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO SEE!!!

But I can't do it!

DO IT!

No!

JUST DO IT!

NAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

OH, FUCK OFF.

Then a super giant semi-naked man with weird accessories on his body appeared out of the blue. He had a super big hammer on his hand. With a swing of it, he hit the boy on his chest and sent him flying across the classroom. He broke the wall and continued flying while yelling things in Japanese and then he disappeared.

The weird man hit the floor with his hammer disappeared into a giant green ball as well.

What?

The entire classroom cheered and a crowd was formed around me. I yelped when they all took me by my arms and feet and threw me high in the air.

"Weeee!"

They did it over and over until one time they used too much force and I hit myself against the ceiling, then I landed back on the hard floor. Why didn't any of these fuckers catch me?!

"Ms. Simmons." Mrs. Charlestone looked down at me as the crowd dissipated.

I stood up. "Oh, excuse me, miss?"

"That was a really nice fight." She commented with a smile.

"Why, thank you." I bowed. I don't know why I did that.

"But you destroyed my classroom and I'm afraid you failed English class."

"WHAT?!"

"I don't want to see you in my class anymore. See you next year."

I stared at her in disbelief. "Fuck you!"

I ran out of the classroom as my eyes filled with tears. I kept running while ignoring the weird stares I received from students and the calls for my classmates to go back. I didn't care. I just wanted to disappear from the world.

I got into the restrooms and leaned against the wall. I slid down into a sitting position and hugged my knees. I started sobbing, wondering why she had been so rude to me.