Milan's POV
"Oh, my God. That hurts," I groaned, flinching. Avery sighed, putting the alcohol pad down. "Lan, you have to let me clean them, though."
Avery and Alex watched us, in shock. Tonight was crazy. I wasn't raised to fight my own battles. They were always fought for me. My mom would always protect me from young girls like Braylen. She claimed that they were "jealous" of me, but there was absolutely nothing to be jealous about. Nothing.
There was a knock then Chris walked in with Antonio.
"Can I talk to you?" "No, leave." Imani said. "I wasn't talking to you," he retorted.
"Well, she was talking to you!" Avery raised her voice. "This between Breezy and Milan." Antonio spoke up.
"Don't forget Braylen," Alex mumbled.
"Stop," I said, "And let me talk to him alone."
Avery looked at me, sighing. "Okay, bu--" "Go." I interrupted. She walked out along with everyone else.
"Baby, I apologize. I got drunk and didn't know what I was doing. Braylen just pulled me t--" "Look at my face," I pointed to my busted lip and a bruise above my eye.
"You think this is cool? You thought wrong, Chris! She beat me up, Chris!" I cried. He reached to touch me, but I pushed him away.
"Leave me alone." "What she did was wrong but you told me to let you go so I did. Don't trip now, Milan. And don't think you about to punk me out after you blowing kisses to Blaze and shit like we aren't in a relationship!"
"What's worse? Seeing your girlfriend of a week blow kisses to sone dude or watching her get beat like a man?"
He balled up his fists, clenching his jaw. "Fuck you!" "F-fuck you!" I yelled, sliding down from the countertop and slapping him.
Chris pushed me back, trying to avoid my punches. He finally got control of me and slammed me into the refrigirator.
"STOP, DAMMIT!" He hollered in my face. Both of us were breathing heavy, and our faces were red.
"Get off of me," I mumbled. Chris let me go, and I punched him one last time before I stepped back. Shortly after blood started leaking from his nose.
If I was hurt, he had to be hurt also.
Chris grabbed a paper towel off the rack, then threw his head back.
"You're a bitch for this," he mumbled, "But I still got love for you."
"It's your fault! I didn't ask to have my ass whooped like that in front of everyone like that! I was embarassed two times tonight! Then you have the audacity to come to my house, trying to man handle me.. I hate you!" I yelled.
Chris made his way over to me, holding his head back.
"You don't hate me, Milan." "Yes, I do. This whole week was horrible. I hate you, I don't like you, I wish you would die!" I cried, trying to move away from him. Chris held me back, watching me cry.
"And I regret having sex with you!" I added onto my list. Chris let me go, walking out without a word.
Chris's POV
"And I regret having sex with you!" Milan cried. I let her out of my grip, then walked out.
She just doesn't know...
If I didn't have so much respect for her, then the whole school would know how she let me smash after a week, and continued letting me do it.
"You ready?" Antonio stood up. Imani grabbed my arm, pulling me close to her.
