Settling The Score

Part 1

"Ugh," I cried from frustration. Why, oh why, do I always get myself into these situations?
Any sane person would have ignored it, they would simply have walked away.

Not me, though.

I see "big self-righteous prick" and my brain instantly goes hay-wire. But hey, cut me some slack. After all, it wasn't entirely my short temper's fault. Mostly, but not entirely.

It all started when my best friend Lucy and I were huddled at her locker. She frantically tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible, wadding her cheeks with tissue after tissue in an attempt to salvage her makeup.

I hated seeing Lucy cry, with her big, blue eyes all puffy and red. Especially since the source of her tears was something as futile as a stupid boy.

Oh, if I ever got my hands on Jake Burlow he would be very sorry. Lucy may have had a heart of gold, but she made up for that with her excruciatingly horrible taste in guys.
For some very misguided reason that I would never understand, she had the tendency to hurtle towards bad news. 

Which I guess, was why she had me.

While she didn't have a single mean bone in her body, me on the other hand? Well, let's just say every bone in my body was mean.

And there was something oddly satisfying about the disconcertion in Lucy's suitors whenever I found it fitting to put them in their place.
I didn't exactly mind reminding the F-boys around here that they were exactly that. But what I did mind, was seeing how they walked all over everyone. 

I hated it when the conceited, entitled douchebags of the world stepped on others to get what they wanted.  
And as in all schools, Wellington High naturally had its own cream of the crop. Five football players, in particular, that were especially intolerable, namely, Evan, Michael, Erick, Jake and the very worst of them all, Mason Hayes. They went through girls like I went through fistfights.

"Luce," I comforted, gripping her by the shoulders. "You deserve the world, babe, and nothing less," I attempted, "Jake's a dumbass and when I'm done with him, he'll be a castrated dumbass," I stated.

You would think by now that I'd be better at pep talks, being friends with Lucy and all. But yeah, feelings just weren't my strong suit. That was her department.

She gave me a small smile. "Thanks, Leslie, what would I do without you?" she sobbed, hugging me tightly.

And everything would have been fine, she would have stopped crying and we would have gone about our day like any other. If it hadn't been for the arrival of the very dumbasses that ran our school.

"Hey Lucy, I heard Jake's already done with you," a very obnoxious voice announced from behind me. "Mind if I take you for a spin next?"
A symphony of male howls erupted at the comment.

See, Lucy was gorgeous, you could even say angelic. With her blonde hair, blue eyes and petite frame. The whole soft and innocent look, however, attracted the opposite sex like magnets. That, and being head cheerleader.

I was more of the tall, tanned, athletic one, with my raven-black hair and boring brown eyes. No comparison to her, really. We were polar opposites on all fronts.

Lucy looked at me with a shocked expression. I could see her tears building up again. 

I turned around slowly, seeing red. My body literally started to shake with anger. 

Evan Black stood there confidently, with a few other football players behind him. I noticed Erick in the crowd, no sign of Mason or the rest of the douche squad.
A look of surprise went over Evan's face when he noticed my stormy features, but he quickly hid it away.

Somewhere far away I was vaguely aware of Lucy tugging on my arm. "It's not worth it Les, let it go please." 

Honestly, I was beside myself.
How dare he make Lucy look like some cheap skank? And oh Jake, of course, he blabbered to his football buddies about what happened between him and Lucy.

"Mind repeating that, Evan?" I spat, clenching my teeth. I looked him straight in the eye, which was quite the achievement, seeing as he was a head taller than me. 

Uncertainty flashed in his eyes for about a fraction of a second before one of his football buddies snickered. "You heard me, Leslie. Jake told us everything. We all knew Lucy gave it up easily, but this is a new record. Even for her," he mocked, the smirk never leaving his face.

A small group of people started gathering around us and Lucy tugged me more frantically.

"You know what, Evan, I'd smash your face in, but it's already messed up enough as it is. That must be why the only time you can talk to a girl is when your little football buddies are here to back you up. Or is it just that you have more dick in your personality than you do in your pants? Maybe, if you showed a little more respect, girls wouldn't flee at the mere sight of you and you could actually stand a chance of having sex with another human being, other than yourself."

The bandit of football players bellowed in laughter around us. Making his face turn bright red, all the way to his ears.

My turn to smirk now, jackass.

I took Lucy's arm, turning around to walk away. "Can you blame me for thinking I had a chance?" he retorted, "I mean, she has already slept with half the football team!"

If it hadn't been for the small yelp that escaped from Lucy, I probably would have kept walking.

Or, probably not.

So, I did the obvious thing. I turned back to the sneering idiot and I charged.

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