Shit. It was the jock that I punched. I smirked at his swollen jaw. Then I got scared. This guy was like 6'6" to my 5'1". He had a tight shirt pulled over bounds of muscles. And abs. Like an eight pack. He caught me looking at his body and he smiled down at me. Before getting in my face.
"Babe." He got so close I could see his dark brown eyes. Chocolate. And he smelled soooo good. "You are so going to regret punching me." I flinched against a solid wall. Until that wall moved. I fell backwards until arms wrapped around my waist and I could feel someone else's heartbeat. I was then thrown on the ground and the boy I sat next to stood up. He was at least 6'1". He stepped in front of me.
"Go away Dylan." He growled at the jock, aka Dylan.
"No." Dylan pouted, like a little kid. "No one likes you emo dick head. Go kill yourself." Ooooooh, he did just not. I got up and slapped him as hard as I could hit him.
