When A Tomboy Girl Falls In Love

Chapter 4

"Ryan! Ryan! Are you okay! Wake up!" I slightly opened my eyes to realize that I was lying flat on the ground unconscious. My head hurt quite badly. Samaira, Simmie, Meriana and Simon were all gathered around me looking tense. Samaira looked quite more worried and gave a sigh of relief as I opened my eyes.

"Wha...what happened!?" I stammered trying to recollect things.

"Oh boy! You tried to save Samaira from being hurt and in the process got knocked out yourself." Meriana amswered.

"You..You okay?" Samaira whispered it the first time she had said something so gently to me.

"I guess so...I..I think I'm fin..fine." I put my hands on the floor and tried to get up but got disbalanced. Samaira on time put her hand below my forehead and prevented it from banging again with the floor. She then helped me sit upright with her left hand on my left shoulder and her right hand gripping my right arm. I felt warm. She was still holding me afraid I would loose balance again. Man! I felt so weak.

"Dude! You need to rest. You really prevented her head from breaking but got yours broken on the contrary." Simon spoke.

I tried to recollect things and finally got back my memory.

So Simmie had told Samaira that some boy named Dexter had done this condition of his. Hearing this, Samaira had got up and taking out a hockey stick from the class cupboard (I really don't know what was a hockey stick doing in the class cupboard), she had run out of the class all flushed with anger. I with Simon followed her while Meriana stayed to first aid Simmie. In fact Meriana had suggested me to go at the back of her with Simon since she couldn't go herself. Anyways, we followed her down the stairs, through the ground, across the hall and finally she came to a halt in front of the canteen.

Then she went inside and looked around. Very few people were present there. Her eyes came to a stop at a gang of boys sitting at the far back corner table, laughing loudly. She ran to them.

A tall, muscular boy with a long slender nose and black shining eyes got up. "Oh hey Babe! Came to lick my feet?" He boasted.

Samaira gripped his open button straight point collar tightly so he received a sudden jerk forward and dragged him out of the canteen. This was incredible! So, he was Dexter. I could see him trying to balance himself and not to fall down. He was trying his best to get over his grip, but she was so powerful, he couldn't do so.

His gang sat their frozen and shocked. They didn't dare to move or help their gang leader.

Samaira dragged him the whole way, not listening to anyone and pushing aside anyone who got in her way. Mostly, the mob moved themselves aside at once whispering in each other's ears, some shocked and some terrified. She brought Dexter to our class and finally let go off his collar but by such force that he fell on the floor. There was noone in the class except of Meriana who was bandaging Simmie at the last bench. She got up as we entered.and came to the front with Simmie behind him, holding her tightly.

"Are you dumbstruck? How dare you? Aghh! You will pay for it foolish girl!" Dexter shouted, standing up and making a move at her. He raised his right palm and was about to hit Samaira right on her cheek but Samaira had fast reflexes and she got hold of his hand instantly not even blinking. As if she is a fight master. She twisted his hand and slapped him hard enough that he fell flat on the floor. Then she hit him on legs with the hockey stick once, twice, thrice, again and again....I couldn't control myself. Of course Dexter deserved this but not so much. This was too much. He would fracture his legs or maybe die this way. She was hitting him hard with the hockey stick on his legs and hips. Again..again..once more...continuously...now this was too much...