SHATTERED

6| ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ

So after I had slapped Jaxon Davis across the face, I began receiving hate from all the girls and a bunch of Jaxon's goons. It wasn't pretty.

Once I was even locked in the bathroom stall in which all the girls poured wet rubbish all over my head. I went home smelling like a skunk.

Jaxon himself one day came up to me looking for a fight. That was the day I met him.

***

It was year eleven, junior year in high school. Jaxon had just got out rugby practice and he came sprinting towards me with a herd of his goons. 

"Lyanna!" I turned to see a swarm of boys sweating, surrounding me like I was their prey. 

"Jaxon." I said bluntly. He glared at me, crossing his arms.

"You, me, after school. Parking lot." With that, he and his gang walked out.

I was utterly confused for a moment before I understood what he meant. 

"He wants to fight me." I told Jo.

She gasped. "But he's a guy, who plays rugby. He's way stronger than you! It just isn't fair either!" 

"You think I don't know that." I snapped. "We'll see who's stronger." I muttered under my breath, gritting my teeth. After a whole year of hate mail, I've had it with Jaxon Davis.

So that day, after school, everyone gathered in the parking lot to see our 'fight'. I wanted to beat the living shit out of him myself, even if I was a girl. Let's not forget, I had years of harsh training which lead me to having this so-called normal life in the first place.

The school bell rang and I walked out of the school doors, linking arms with Joanna. Rushing out to the parking lot, which was filled with most of the school kids. We pushed our way into the middle of the crowd to see Jaxon sitting on the roof of his car. 

"So, you didn't chicken out?" He asked smirking. 

"Why would anyone miss the opportunity to beat your ass?" I said crossing my arms. He glared at me, not just a normal glare but if looks could kill, I would be ten feet under. 

"Alright! Enough talk! Let's fight!" He said, taking off his jacket.

I took off my sweater and pulled my sleeves up, my scars showing off to everyone. I heard some gasps but I was used to it. Jaxon stared at my arms in horror but shook his head and looked into my eyes with rage. 

He ran towards me with his fist in the air. I moved to the side, grabbing his fist and twisting it behind his back, throwing him to the floor.

"Rule number one of fighting me: You should never throw a punch first." I said as he began pushing himself up from the ground. 

I circled him, making sure to keep my eyes blunt and my face blank, something I became very good at while going on missions with my father. 

He stood up slowly, grunting, he stared at me with rage written all over his eyes. "Oh so you have rules?! You think you can fight me Jones?!" He yelled.

"Yes I do think I can fight you Davis." I said bluntly. I didn't bother making any angry or amused face because he would only get more riled up. Instead, by the look of my blank face, he began laughing. 

"You really think you can beat me?! You are nothing but bones!" He laughed. Some of his goons laughed a long with him.

What he didn't know that under all those bones, it was just muscle, stronger than his by a thousand.