Killing For Love

Chapter 50

Dean POV

     I feel my rage boiling over.

     How DARE Jason imply that I can't kill him. I can kill ANYONE.

     I take a step towards him, which hopefully comes off as intimidating, but he doesn't look even slightly afraid.

     The fact that I have to look up at Jason really ruins my scary vibe. I'm only a forehead shorter than him, but that's one forehead too many.

     "I don't recommend fighting me. I'm pretty damn strong and can take on a lot of pain." Jason says smugly, smirking down at me.

     "Oh, you have no idea how dangerous I am. I bet you've never murdered even one person. I have WAY more experience than you, and you are SO going down." I think darkly.

     "Try me." I say slyly, crossing my arms.

     "No, please don't fight!" Megan says desperately, trying to step between us.

     I will not involve her in this though, this is my fight, not hers.

     "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." I say to Megan, trying to reason with her so she doesn't get hurt.

     I gently push her away, then go back to facing off with Jason.

     "We go until one of us backs down." He tells me, stepping closer.

     I take another step forward, so we're nearly nose to nose with each other.

     "You're going down." I hiss, clenching my fists.

     "We'll see." Jason responds, but his expression clearly states that he thinks he's definitely going to win.

     I bet he's never fought a murderer though, and that might just give me an edge.

     I glance over at Megan, and see her in the back corner of the room, looking at me anxiously.

     "Don't worry, Megan. I'll show Jason that he should NEVER mess with me again."

     When I meet Jason's cold eyes again, I only have a second to prepare, before he shoves me hard in the chest, making me backup a few steps.

     I shove him back, harder this time.

     He staggers for a few seconds, but regains his balance, and comes at me again.

     Jason latches his hands onto my shoulders, and tries to throw me to the ground. I grab onto his arms and try to push him against the wall.

     In a normal case scenario, this move would have worked, where he can't back up or run away, leaving him at my mercy. This time though, since we're both very similar in body structure, Jason's strength and mine are equally matched.

     We're both pushing each other in opposite directions, and honestly, it really isn't going anywhere.

     I decide the best way to take the fuckboy down, is to literally take him down. If I can get him on the ground, I can immobilize him, then probably beat the shit out of him until he submits to me.

     I suddenly pull back, which causes Jason to stumble forward. I then dart behind him, grab onto his shoulders from behind, and kick my knee into the back of his, so it buckles.

     Jason falls forward, but before I can push him down all the way, he grabs onto my arms with a death grip, and manages to throw me over his head.

     I hit the ground hard in front of him, smacking my head on the concrete in the process.

     Holy shit that hurt. This prick is better at fighting than I thought.

     Before I reorient myself, Jason is already kneeling on top of me. He brings up his fist to punch me in the face, but just as he's about to strike me, I latch my hand onto his wrist, and try to pull it away from me.

     It's a difficult process, and both our arms are shaking from the strain that we're putting on them.

     It then occurs to me that I should probably use this opportunity to hit Jason, so I can get control in this fight.

     I bring up my free hand, curl it into a fist, and slam it into Jason's throat. He immediately staggers back, coughing and gasping in pain.

     I then spring up, pin him to the ground, and start repeatedly punching him in the face.

     Just as I think I'm going to win, Jason suddenly jolts his leg up, and nails me in the balls.

     Hot blazing pain shoots through my body, and for a moment, I can't breathe, or think, or move.

     Jason uses that opportunity to leap on me, pin me down, and start punching me in the face.

     Oh how the tables keep turning.

     I can vaguely hear Megan screaming at Jason to stop, but I can't focus on anything, other than the searing waves of agony that is coursing through my body.

     With the last bits of energy I have, I wrap my arms around Jason's neck and slam my knee into his stomach.

     He lurches back, coughing from the impact.

     I'm about to punch him in the throat again, when several pairs of footsteps from outside the room come towards us.

     Ah shit.

     "What is going on in here?!" Our drama teacher demands, giving Jason and I a bewildered look.

     I'm sure this scene before her looks quite bad.

     Me laying on the ground, Jason straddling me, with both of our faces and fists probably covered in blood.

     "They uh....got into a fight." Megan explains.

     "Yes, Miss White, I can see that." She sighs in exasperation. "Alright you two, get up."

     Jason immediately jumps off me, and I slowly get up on shaky legs.

     Honestly, I'm not sure I can move very much right now. Everything hurts SO MUCH.

     Megan comes up to me, giving my face a concerned look.

     "You three need to go to the office, right now." One of the teachers orders, glaring at us.

     Although, I notice he's giving Jason a particularly scathing look. Maybe he's the teacher who caught him having sex.

     The other adult in the room is the vice principal. Perfect.

     She escorts us out of the drama room, and towards the principal's office.

     Honestly, I don't feel that guilty for what I did.

     As long as Jason knows not to mess with me, it was all worth it.