The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

39. Friday: The Night the *Will* End All Nights (Emery)

Hey everyone!

So it's really late where I live and I'm going to be doing something tomorrow where I may not have my computer, so I'm going to update 3/4 of the chapter now and then the rest on Sunday.

For those who don't remember: James was trying to touch Emery inappropriately and then Levi began beating him up.

Also, I apologize the first few paragraphs are pretty much dialogue, but I'm not the best at writing those scenes.

Emery

Friday-10:53 pm

Before I could react or say anything, Levi was on top of James, hitting him as if he was trying to squash a fly.

James yelped. "What da fuk man!" he shoved Levi, holding him back.

There was a stalemate. I could tell James was waiting for Levi to apologize and take it back.

But Levi didn't. Grasping James' shirt both got to their feet.

They were face to face, Levi grasping his shirt caller and James balling his fist.

"I thought you hated that bitch," James spat, tilting his head in my direction but keeping his eyes trained on Levi.

"No. I don't" He said it quietly. But his words were loud explosions causing my ears to ring. "And don't call her a bitch," he sneered, ramming James into the wall.

Everyone circled around, but no one did anything.

James' eyes flashed with panic as Levi held him against the wall. But then he smiled, and any sense of danger vanished.

"You know you are going to be kicked off the team for doing this," he snickered, keeping eye contact. His nose was bleeding slightly.

Growling Levi released him, causing James to stumble trying to regain his balance.

"I. don't. Give. a. fuck" Levi spoke each word clearly, separating them for emphasis.

"Let's make one thing clear: you started this pathetic fistfight. And you better make that clear when you get called into the dean's office for suspension," James spoke coldly.

"I don't think that's gonna happen," Levi scoffed, shaking his head. He was obviously trying to make a point, but no one understood it.

There was another flash of movement as James punched Levi in the cheek causing a gash to open.

Unlike James, Levi showed no sign of pain. He just stood there, stone-like.

"You're fucking retarded," James spat, shoving him backward. Unfortunately, they were both of equal stature and strength so Levi fumbled back.

Levi tried to throw a punch but James caught his fist before impact.

I saw James' hand turn white as he attempted to keep hold of his opponent's fist.

"Y'all know he's retarded, right?" James bellowed, taking a split second to scan the room.

There was silence; everyone waiting for an explanation.

I watched as Levi's eyes widened in horror, trying to pull away as James, using his free hand, reached to push up the sleeve of Levi's denim jacket.

And then, for no more than a second, a few dozen people who were in the back right side of the room could see it.

There were deep cuts, different shades of painful red. Some nearly tainted pink, others pitch black. I had seen them before. But that image pained me. I glanced away. Around me, there were murmurs, whisperings of complete confusion and astonishment. One person from across the room yelled, "What's going on?"