Bandaged Hearts

Chapter 20

"Leave!"

The fox stares at me with his confused eyes. I glare at him, my blood boiling.

"You just told me your intentions of making your deal with me. I want you gone," I state.

The spirit shrinks down a bit, floating off. I huff, continuing on my way to school. People give me odd looks. I glare at a few, telling them to back up.

"Oi. You're (y/n) (l/n) of class 3-A, right?"

I stop in my tracks, trailing my (e/c) gaze up. Sharp brown eyes glare down into my dead ones.

"Yeah? What the hell do you want," I ask.

He smirks.

"I've heard about your infamous fighting at school. I just came to see what you can do," he spits.

I stay still as the ball of saliva meets my face. It slips down my cheek. My fingers go up to touch the germ filled goo.

"You're disgusting."

A fist flies out to my face, but I easily maneuver around it.

I side step, keeping my hands near my body but in no defensive position. The boy glares at me as his balled up hand misses.

"What the hell did you say?!" he hollers, anger evident on his face.

My eyes narrow at the senior. "I said, you're disgusting," I repeat myself in a monotone voice.

The senior lunges at me once more. My blood pumps through my system, adrenaline getting the best of me. I can feel my heart beating to the need of a fight.

The senior's hand flies outwards aiming for my face. I side step it again, but this time I slide my hand along his arm to catch it.

He smirks. His right foot swings out to trip me up.

Now I have a grinning smirk plastered on my face in victory. I jump up just a bit, landing onto his leg with very little weight. Time seems to slow down as our eyes connect. My face deadens. He has a look of shock on his face. I mouth something to him, a look of horror crossing his gaze.

Time resumes as I hop off of his leg and grip tightly onto his wrist. I shift my feet into a more stable stance, leaning one way. I pull the senior over my head, throwing him down. I tower over him with cold, narrowed, (e/c) eyes. He peers up at me, wincing at any move he makes.

"Is that all?" I inquire.

The brown haired boy's eyes widen. I stare down, waiting for an answer.

"Well?"

His eyes shut, his body going limp. I click my tongue, walking away from him.

"Someone call the ambulance. Make sure he's not dead," I speak up, heading towards the entrance of my school. "Oh yeah. Figure out where the hell he came from. I've never seen him here before."

People move out of my way, steering clear of my B-line. My gaze is focused in front of me, mind set on getting to class.

"Hey! You! Girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair! I challenge you to a fight!"

I skid to an abrupt halt, an irk mark popping up on my head. My gaze flashes over to a boy slightly taller than me. He has an intense look on his face. His finger is pointing directly at me.

"You look like someone from Yu-Gi-Oh," I bluntly comment, sending the other kid into a blunder of cusses.

I sigh, ignoring him and the people around me. I turn back to start heading to class.