Killing For Love

Chapter 51

Megan POV

I sit in one of those mildly uncomfortable chairs in the office. You know, the ones that look comfortable, but really have zero padding whatsoever. There's four of those that are lined up against the wall, and honestly, the entire vibe of this room makes me feel like I'm waiting to get my mugshot taken.

Dean is sitting to my right, while Jason is sitting to my left. Both boys are covered in red marks, and they even have small cuts here and there that are slowly oozing out blood.

I only care about Dean though, who looks pretty pissed off.

He has a small cut under his left eye, and a large red spot that's probably going to turn into a bruise on his lower right cheek. Other than that, it's his 'I'm going to brutally murder Jason and make him pay for being born' expression that's making me nervous.

I understand that he's angry, but he can't exactly go around stabbing everyone in the office so there are no witnesses to Jason's murder.

Besides us three, there are only bored looking office people and guidance counsellors in the room.

"Are you okay?" I quietly ask Dean, leaning over and studying his face.

"I was going to win. I almost had Jason at my mercy, and if I had even a minute later, he would have submitted to me." Dean growls, although apparently Jason heard him.

The playboy leans closer to us and smirks at Dean. Even though his face is covered in red splotches, he's still pretty attractive.

"I never would have given in. You were about to lose anyway, with your broken balls and all." He says smugly, looking very amused.

As I was watching them fight, Jason kneed Dean in the balls. So, as much as I hate to agree with Jason, it did look like he was going to win that fight.

My only question is what would Jason have made Dean do if their fight wasn't interrupted, and Jason had won?

Dean glares at Jason with so much intensity in his eyes, that it looks as if he's trying to make Jason's head explode, just by the sheer power of his rage.

Before he can make any death threats, or attempt to kill Jason right here and now, an office lady comes up to us.

"Come with me please." She says stiffly, then walks away.

We all get up and follow her into a large room.

All the walls have at least several inspirational posters taped to them (which probably no one cares enough to read them). The back wall in mainly taken up by a large window to let the natural light from outside shine through. In the centre of the room is a large brown wooden desk, covered in all sorts of binders and important looking documents.

Sitting at the desk is our principal. I've never spoken to him before, but I've seen him around the halls.

"Ah, welcome. Take a seat please." He says kindly, looking up from his work and smiling at us.

We each sit in the same uncomfortable chairs as before, which are facing his desk.

"So, I assume that you know why you're here?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at us.

"Because Dean and I got into a fight." Jason offers, leaning back and crossing his arms, still wearing that annoyingly amused expression.

It finally occurs to me that he's probably been here a lot, so he's more comfortable with the principal than Dean and I are.