I didn't say that!

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve:  The Fight.

POV: Roman Julius

I knew that in the back of my mind this was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself as my fist collided with his face. I also knew Jessica might have thought this was absolutely ridiculous. However, I didn’t care because she didn’t know the full truth about this guy right here. The supposedly sweet twin of the devil, I mean Shane was just as wicked in some scenes.  He was a liar and I couldn’t believe people didn’t see right through it. I mean seriously, gone for eight years but your twin brother stays? Come on, he couldn’t do better than that bogus lie? The truth about this little poser was he was… well you’ll soon find out. But what I can tell you is that the truth in this fight was about him and MY girlfriend.  Before he came to this “party” he was at my house.  Why, you ask? Let’s just say that… well I took his “girl,” that’s what he called it. Let’s just get some facts straight… Jessica was always mine.

I looked down at the stupid prick as he lay on the ground momentarily. I grabbed a fist full of his shirt and a muscular growl ripped through my chest as I pulled his face to mine. I inclined my head to his ear and whispered in a husky voice, “Don’t ever talk to her again.” I hadn’t notice the crowd that had formed around us at all. I just wanted his face beneath my fist. As soon as I lifted my arm again someone had stopped it. I look back at them with anger filling my vision, who where they to touch me? However, when I realized it was Jessica the sudden hate had diminished. Well, it had passed till I felt a person’s bare knuckles make contact with my jaw. It hurt and I could feel the swelling start to take process. I yanked my arm back from Jessie and lunge forward at my “prey”. My foot caught with his gut as I kicked him down to the ground. I walked over his body knelling over him and I began thrusting my fist at his face.

His eye was already turning a purplish blue underneath my every touch. He grabbed onto my ears with both of his hands and turns me onto my back. I had not expected that. Now I was underneath him and he was the one throwing punches at my face. However, I wasn’t going to let him continue with this, so I grabbed hold to his neck with my hands and put a great amount of pressure around it. It was just enough that he would stop punching me and focus on a greater problem he was having, breathing. I took his disadvantage and pushed him off of me, dropping my hands from his neck and putting them on his chest and jutting him off of me.

“Aye you guys better stop, I can hear sirens,” A girl out of the crowd yelled when I was back on top of him, he was so weak. I didn't know if I cared enough to stop, he was a magnet and my knuckle was his oppsites and it attracted them to him. But another voice stood out more than the unknown girl. Jessica's. 

"Roman, stop, please?" She begged. That tone didn't sound right to me, she should never have to beg me to do anything because I would gladly give it to her. I stopped to the sound and got up, wiping off the blood off of my lip. I was steady but tense as I got off of him. I narrowed my eyes and wrapped my arm around Jessica's shoulder. I wasn't going to say a word else. I turned her around and walked her to my parked bike.  I put the helmet on her silently and then put on mine."Roman," she whispered as we got on and I shook my head. I wasn't ready to explain a thing.

We left the party leaving that scene behind and the pulling up cops... if Leo knew what was good for him he wouldn't say a word... he wouldn't mumble her name... he wouldn't even look at Jessica. If any of those thing ever would happen there will be more than just a swelling black eye for him. And that would be a promise.

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Chapter Twelve: The Fight

Jessica's POV

As I ride silently on the back of the motorcycle with him I clung onto him tightly, worried. He has never acted like this in all the year's I've known him. He did have a temper at times, but not to actually start the fight. He would always let the other person hit first, but he started it this time. I nuzzle my chin into his neck as we road along the dark street of the night.