Tainted Me

Chapter 16: Legend

I was in a hell of a fucking mood.

I just received the third goddamn package with a dead bird and a bottle of liquor today. Again, the helpless animal's wings were ripped.

The sicko bastard wouldn't let up. I wished he would just fucking show his stupid face already. His games were getting old.

And I just didn't have time for his bullshit.

With my black duffel bag slung over my shoulder, I walked towards the side entrance of the football stadium. I caught sight of some girls flocked on each side of the double doors. Shit.

I took a deep breath and plastered a fake smile on my face, preparing to head to a screeching battle. I reminisced about the days when I liked the attention.

Damn, that felt like two lifetimes ago.

Before I could take another step towards the stadium, I felt someone tap my shoulder. I stopped and turned around, seeing a group of guys I didn't know.

"Alfie O'neal, right?" the one with the buzzcut asked, glancing behind him.

I followed his line of sight and realized I recognized one of them. It was that loser, Brazil. He looked pretty much the same shabby troll since Halloween, and that was almost two months ago.

"Yeah?" I chinned up, bored of this already.

Couldn't everyone just leave me the fuck alone today?

"Heard you stole Rio's girl," Buzzcut said.

I let out a small dry laugh. "Did he come crying to you about it?"

"That's not the point." He scowled at me. "Dude, what you did is not cool."

I cocked my head to the side. "What exactly did I do?"

This time, it was pansy ass Brazil who opened his dirty pie hole and spoke.

"You took her outside in the middle of our date. I don't know what you said to her but she acted different when she came back. When I asked her out again, she said she decided to see someone else. And then, I found out it was you."

"Bet you shit your pants," I muttered.

"Why would I?"

He huffed in anger, his shoulders were raised and his hands were curled in fists. He looked like a greasy baby throwing a fucking tantrum. Seriously, what the hell did Arisa see in this dickwad?

"If anything, I'm frustrated," he went on. "You don't deserve her, especially given your history."

Ah, now why would this fucker bring up the past? It would only get me riled up. That better not be his goal. I wasn't in the mood to play nice today.

"She's a big girl. Why don't you let her decide for herself?" I spat, fixing him with a cold stare. "Now get the fuck lost before you annoy the fuck outta me."

His jaw clenched. "I'm not scared of you."

"You want an award for that?"

"Stay away from Arisa."

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"Or what?" I taunted. "You're gonna cry to mommy next?"

My eyes wandered to his balled up fists, now both white from his tightening grip. His body was shaking. His face was getting red. He was breathing too hard.

I waited.

Five... four... three... two... one.

I stepped sideways to get out of the way just as the loser took a swing at me. He ended up losing his balance and falling forward to the ground. His friends all scrambled to help him get up.