I Fly Kicked The Bad Boy

Chp 4

Hey guys, I'm back. I know it's been a while but I promise I'll be more consistent from now on. Thanks for being so patient. I've slightly reworked the last chapter, so it might be a good idea to re-read the last part. Enjoy!

Being school principal is a rewarding career because it means going grey prematurely and getting booed at school assemblies.

My school principal, Mr Daniels, has an added bonus, which is to deal with girls (namely me) who fly kick students, or rather, student, in the face.

If it were up to him, I'm sure he'd give me a gold a medal and a pat on the back. He, like most of the teachers at our school, has a particular distain for Ezra Jeong, so having a student kick him in the face must have been glorious thing.

Unfortunately for me, my punishment was not up to him, it was up to the school board. So I ended up with a suspension and not a neat, little detention.

Anyway, now that I've proven myself to Mr Daniel's or something, I can feel him looking out for me. Well, at least that's what I hope he's doing for me.

Unfortunately, I do not feel this warmth and love while waiting for my older brother to come and pick me up. I don't know if I'm just being paranoid, but I can feel someone's eyes on me as if I'm being followed...

I stand by the front steps with my back leaning against the mesh fence. In one hand, I have my phone and in the other, about half a roll of tissue paper held up to my bloody nose.

Yes, believe it or not, but when you throw a ball at someone's face and it lands on their nose, said nose tends to bleed.

Heavily.

Like buckets worth....

Alright so I'm being a bit dramatic, but I am feeling quite lightheaded because of all the blood loss.

I decide to move from the mesh to a sitting position on the steps when someone suddenly jumps from behind me. Tall, dark and handsome, the figure appears to be some kind of Greek god covered in stars.

"Boo!"

"Huh?" I reply, bemused.

I imagine that was not the reaction they were expecting. Perhaps an "AHHH" would have sufficed. However, I am far to disorientated to even think of that.

Without thinking too much about it, I plant myself into their arms and rest my head up against their chest.

"I think I'm going to faint." I groan, my head pounding.

"Woah, easy there tiger"

I jolt backwards dizzily and splurt out the first thing that comes to mind"Ezra? Are you here to get revenge again?"

He snickers "Maybe... but I don't think you're in the right condition too, Karate girl."

"Take-away girl" I reply in slurred speech. It takes me a moment to realise the mistake I've made.

"You need to get to a doctor."

"Yeah, I will. My brother should be here soon... if he remembers."

"Remembers? You need to go now!" he laughs.

And in a moment of pure and utter confusion, I follow Ezra who leads me to what appears to be a Volkswagon parked literally metres away. He flumps me down into the front seat and then packs himself into the driver's seat beside me.

The following car ride is a blur. I spend the majority of it with my head leaning against the car door window and occasionally against Ezra's shoulder as he drives.

After what feels like forever, Ezra pulls into the driveway of a large building. It looks like a typical suburban house. White picket fences surround an overly saturated lawn at the front of the house. There are also windows, flowers, typical house stuff, I'm far to disorientated to give an actual description. The only thing that stands out to me is a large sign that is flanking out of the grass. I'm to disorientated to read what it says, but it's probably not that important.

Or maybe it is. What if Ezra tries to murder in this house. If I get away, what will I tell the police? That he brought me to a generic house with a white sign? They'll never catch him with that pathetic excuse for a description.

"Where are we?" I groan as I go to step out of the car. But as I do, my legs become wobbly and my body gives way. I wind up face down on some gravel with no idea of how I even got there.

Ezra steps out of the car quickly and rushes around to my side. "Shit, I don't think you should be walking just yet."

He plucks me off of the ground as I way nothing and places me up against his body in bridal position. With my head against his chest like this, I can feel his stone hard pecs and hear the sound of his racing heart. I have never been this close to a boy before and I sure my cheeks would be burning bright red if I had any blood left in my face.

"You d-don't need to carry me." I splutter, struggling against him. "I c-can walk."

"I don't think so. You just fainted." He chuckles as he attempts to hold me still. It doesn't take much effort as I am literally 5'1 and have no energy left. "Just keep your eyes open, help is on its way."

Ezra walks me up into the house and into a large room at the front. There, a tall, blonde woman with a thick eastern European accents greets us.

"Ezra?" she says before her confusion morphs into a shock. "Oh my god."

I imagine the blood trickling down my face and onto my shirt has something to do with her shock.

"I think she has a slight concussion." He says to the woman.

"Concussion?! I just have a nose bleed?" I state.

Ezra rests me down on the examination bed beside the womans desk. I squirm slightly, confused as to what is going on, Before Ezra places his palm on my forehead.

"Willy, It's going to be okay. Just calm down, this is my mum. She's a doctor."