Bad boy says it all

21- Seeking the messanger

Does anyone actually ship Kyle and Chloe? Or are you all Luke and Chloe shippers?

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"Wow Chris, what are you doing?" I asked carefully.

"I saw you!" He laughed psychotically, as he moved his armed arm closer to me.

What was he talking about? I took a guess.

"Everyone gets wedgies it's perfectly normal to-"

"Not that?" He snapped.

"Then wha-"

"I saw you in Morleys with Alicia!"

Oh for goodness sake!

"Chris-"

"Are you dating her?" He shouted clenching the knife in his fist, towards my eye.

"Chris."

"ARE YOU!"

"No! I'm not dating her." I said.

"Then why-"

"I just happened to see her."

"You were hugging."

"It's not what it looked like." I explained trying to lean back.

He shoved me against the wall, knife in his hand, anger in his eyes. I had to calculate this ,accurately, if I wanted to get away un-harmed. I was tough, but not and idiot, I wasn't about to get stabbed. 'Or shanked'. I didn't know where that knife had been, or how unsanitary it was.

"First you try to steal Kyle's girl, then because of your stupidity, you get Drake hurt; And now, you hug my girl." He growled at me, holding both my collar and knife in the same hand.

I had to lift my head up, so that he didn't cut my chin. Waiting for the right time, I kicked him in the jewels and grabbed his wrists.Tackling him onto the ground, I didn't realize how strong he was. He rolled us over and straddled me, holding the knife above me neck, he swung down the stab me.

"CHRIS!" I heard Austins voice call.

Chris froze, I turned my neck to see Austin running toward us. Panic written all over him, Kyle was causally strolling behind, hands in his pockets. I couldn't read the facial expression that he was trying to hide. Could it be worry? He seemed to be stopping himself, from running, holding himself back from caring?

Naaa...He didn't care.

That wasn't a necessary thought, what was a necessary thought, was how I was going to escape. I managed to slide forwards slightly, but was even more restrained when he moved his legs to my shoulders, instead of stomach.

"Chris stop!" Austin said dragging him off me.
"Fuck off Austin!" Chris roared trying to stab me.

I had managed to move my leg away just in time.

"Kyle help!" Austin said wrapping his arms around Chris, trying to restrain him.

I had managed to stand up and regain my posture; I had then awkwardly stood there watching, as the two boys held Chris back. Austin had mouthed for me to go somewhere. I glanced at each one of their faces. Kyle's was in a day dream, Chris's looked like murder, where as Austin's looked worryingly blank. I stepped away from them, before jogging off down the corridor, to god knows where. I almost knew this school, but there was still places I was yet to go.

The top floor; it was a reconstructed attic. Thats where Chris would probably be sleeping tonight, apparently it's where couples go to either have sexual intercourse, or to sleep in when you roommates tell you to leave for a few nights. Chris was unsafe, he needed to be excluded for a while.