I Shot The Bad Boy | ON HOLD

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My heart did a flip flop. Did it mean something if he was feeling guilt?

I kind of felt bad for myself. There were gangsters breaking in, and I was here thinking about the boy that was two foot away from me.....trying to fight them by his self! I was seriously pathetic, I don't have time to turn into a real teenager right now. Right now I had to try not to get killed.

There were five of them, ha! How original, gangs were so predictable these days. There were usually five in a small gang, two leads, two backups, and one gunner, the one who typically did the shooting. If I ever have a gang, I'll make sure to make sure it's all girls. Men are so oblivious sometimes.

Clearly they came in with a plan, so they know who both of us are, and if thats true, he should know that I've done my fair research on gangs, and have handled a fair amount of them as well. Maybe even more than pretty boy over here.

The first two, as suspected come raging at us, I almost giggle at the thought of them looking like bulls. If I'm honest, I've never been a Chicago Bulls fan. I shake my head to forget that fact because it made me sound like I actually knew my sport when in reality......

I was about to get hit with a metal pipe!

I go out to reach it, but it wouldn't have been enough force to stop the pipe. I wasn't prepared, this isn't me. I go to shield the hit seeing as how I was useless in this situation but the blow doesn't come.

I look over to see Alex holding one guy off, while two of the backup men are starting to come at him, all the while his hand is holding the pipe. The force he held it at was turning his hand white. He didn't look at me, but I heard him whisper, "Focus, babe." Funny how I could hear the smugg-ness his voice held.

My mind clouded in embarrassment, before I punched the pipe man in the stomach and snatched the pipe, hitting him with it. He was fast though, and took the pipe back, but I held on. His head was bleeding, one more hit and he was out.

I pulled on the pipe.

He pulled back.

At this point we were basically playing tug of war.

I did the most womanly thing I could do at this point. I need him in the balls and hit is head with the pipe, he was out. I had no time to admire my work, because within a second a hand engulfed my neck from behind and I realized it was the supervisor. I did my best to look back at him form over is bony arm and noticed how he didn't look a day of sixteen.

I swung my head forward, and then back. He let go instantly. I kneeled down to where he was laying on the ground, "I suggest you stick to recreating Fortnite dances and not mess with me in the future." He grunts in pain. I smile, I got my response.

Then I quickly run over to where Alex is struggling. He's putting of two guys at once, while one is laying on the ground unconscious. I dig into the fight, but just as I'm about to bust someone's aśš, someone screams.

"What do you kids thing you're doing dressed like eggplants, and fighting like horny gorillas?!?!" There's only one person who wouldn't have enough English vocabulary in their brain to produce a sentence of that sort. The Witch himself of coarse.

"Ha! Never knew he had such a girly scream." I say thinking out loud.

"I just kicked you out Miss Towers, It would probably be for the best if you kept your mouth shut, wouldn't it?" I grunt, and I can hear Alex stifling a laugh. Glaring at him, "Mr. Black, it be best if you kept yourself in check, seeing as how you have a history."

Alex being Alex as to keel up his reputation, even in the thug life, "Yeah, whatever short stuff."

The Witch rolls his eyes, and then suddenly, his nostrils flare. He looks like a hot Cheeto. Except not so hot. "Drama class is down the hallway to your right, so stop bothering my students and get out! Out! Out! Out! Don't think I won't be speaking to your teacher about this."