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Chapter 2

  • "Leave the boy alone!" I warned harshly, stepping in between Gregory and the victim. Taking a quick glance over my shoulder, I managed to catch the boy's eyes momentarily. His chocolate brown eyes were wide with shock as he held a book tightly against his chest, face flushed and hair slightly tousled. When I turned my gaze back to Gregory, I could see some pair of glasses thrown on the floor from my peripheral view. They must be from the boy. He pretty much looks like a nerd to me.
  • "If it isn't the school's prankster," the nightmare in front of me mused. "Missed me after all this time already?"
  • "As if." I let out a scoff.
  • "Come on, Amy. We both know that you still haven't forgotten our moments together." He winked at me, lips tugging up in an arrogant smirk.
  • I rolled my eyes in irritation, crossing my arms over my chest. How can a person be so narcissistic without someone punching the daylights out of them? I still wondered how in heaven's name I got to date this guy. Also, did he seriously need to remind me of my mistakes? As if I haven't suffered enough already.
  • "Drop the nickname, it seriously doesn't fit me," I grumbled. "And whatever business you had with this boy is over. So, scurry off and leave him alone."
  • "Now, why would I do that? Stay out of it, Clark," he spat. He pushed me out of the way in a swift movement. I lost my balance for a moment, shooting a nasty glare his way.
  • The boy was pushed back against the wall, his head lowering to avoid Gregory's gaze. This made him smirk, tossing the book the boy was holding to the ground. When the boy crouched down to grab it, Gregory only kicked it farther away.
  • I couldn't watch any more of this stupid taunting. So, I threw my bag to the ground carelessly and stepped forward once more.
  • Just when Gregory was about to make another move against the poor boy, I lifted my right foot off the ground and kicked the back of his knees. His eyes went wide with surprise as he lost his balance and stumbled to the ground. His head snapped up to give me a deadly glare and opened his mouth to—probably—shout hateful words in my direction.
  • Unfortunately for him, no words could leave him since I struck him on the side with the toe cap of my converse. A groan left his mouth as a hand clutched his side and he fell sideways. I went to kick him once again, but he used his free hand to stop the impact and pulled on my foot. The foot supporting me slipped and made me fall back, landing harshly on my bum. I winced as I felt the sharp pain on my bottom and watched as he got to his feet, and I did the same right after.
  • We both stood in our fighting positions, his blue eyes narrowing in irritation and hatred. I glared right back at him and sent a fist straight to his jaw, failing my attempt to hit him as he blocked my punch. His fist came in my field of vision, and I ducked my head to avoid being punched in the nose. I brought my knee up and successfully kneed him on his stomach, earning a satisfying wheeze. He doubled over slightly, and I took this opportunity to punch him in the nose, smirking when I felt something crack underneath my knuckles.
  • Whilst enjoying my victory, I didn't notice his fist making its way towards my jaw. I tried to dodge, but, unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough as it connected with my mouth. The metallic taste of blood invaded my tongue, and I licked my lower lip, which was certainly busted open. Furious, I tackled him to the ground and sat on his stomach, throwing punch after punch to his face.
  • "Somebody, stop them!" a teacher yelled from the background, and that was when I noticed the growing crowd circling us.
  • Gregory managed to push me off him and switched positions, him sitting on my abdomen and striking me in the nose. I hissed at the pain and struggled underneath him to find an opening. Once it came, I kneed him where the sun didn't shine and pushed him off me. He laid there on the floor with his hands covering his lower region and face contorted in pain as I stood up from the ground.
  • Served him right.
  • "I hope you've learned your lesson." I spat at him, watching the bit of blood I had in my mouth landing on his cheek. "I don't warn three times, Austen."
  • The shouting of the principal was heard from behind the crowd. I could faintly make out the angered man trying to push himself through the sea of people as I turned to look at the boy. His chocolate eyes were wide in astonishment as he stood in front of the crowd, book held tightly against his chest. My gaze then landed on the glasses that were left forgotten during the fiasco, and I immediately took them from the ground along with my bag. Without wasting more time, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and dragged him away.
  • "Amelia Clark!" the angry shouts from principal dearest echoed over all the noise. I easily ignored him as I pushed through the bodies and ran for a minute until I reached the quiet corner of the library.
  • I let out a breathless laugh as I slowed down to a stop, finally letting go of the frantic boy's wrist. Grabbing the hem of my tank top, I wiped away the small amount of blood left off my nose and lips, hissing a little once the fabric came in contact with the open wound.
  • I honestly couldn't care less if I stained my white tank top. It was already old and wrinkly, anyways.
  • My eyes found the still nervous brunette standing some feet away from me. He was glancing around the place, his eyes never settling on one specific thing. I took this opportunity to take in more of his features. If that made me sound like a creep, so be it. We had eyes for a reason, didn't we?
  • Judging from the fact that he could easily hover over my 5'4 (1.63 m), I could say he was a good 5'10 (1.78 m). Now that I actually thought about it, he was slightly taller than Gregory himself. This boy could've taken down Gregory if he wanted to. Heck, only a little training and weightlifting would make him look even hotter. Not saying that he really was...though.
  • The silence became deafening the longer we just stood there. He was clearly anxious to get away from me and probably succumb to the safe haven that was the library.
  • "What's your name?" I decided to break the silence.
  • This made him look at me, finally. He looked hesitant, his fingers fidgeting with the corners of his book nervously. "Chase," he answered after a moment. His right cheek sank into his mouth as he nervously bit the inside of it. I studied his body language in interest. He was easy prey, too innocent and shy for his own good. No wonder someone like Gregory would put his claws over a defenseless creature such as this boy—now known as Chase.
  • "You don't have to be nervous around me. I won't do anything to you," I assured him with an easy grin. His shoulders slumped in the slightest, slowly becoming relaxed. I looked at the glasses that I still held and inspected them, cringing in the slightest when I found a crack on one of the lenses. I stretched my arm forward, offering him his glasses back and he slowly took them.
  • "Sorry about these, they're pretty much a lost cause," I said.
  • He muttered a quiet "thanks" and ran the tip of his fingers over the rim. I watched as he brought the glasses up to his face and inspected the lens with furrowed brows. Well, now I could say that his nerdy look was pretty much finished with the glasses. Given the fact that he was wearing a black sweater vest over a plaid shirt and simple black jeans, paired off with some converse—healthier looking ones compared to mine.
  • "What is it?" he asked once he noticed me staring.
  • "Oh, it's nothing. Just noticing how your glasses complete your nerdy style. Have you ever thought about using contact lenses? They could probably tune down the look." I chuckled while crossing my arms. I smirked a little at the blood rushing to his cheeks, one of his hands reaching the back of his neck to scratch at it nervously. He didn't answer my question, his gaze finding the bloodstains on my tank top instead.
  • "I'm sorry for what happened," he apologized. "I didn't mean for you to get in trouble."
  • At this, I chuckled. My lower lip stung a bit at the action, but I paid no mind to it.
  • "I get in trouble all the time, nerd. Trust me, it isn't the first time the principal yells my name." I waved my hand dismissively. "Plus, I've been wanting to kick Gregory's butt for a while now. I am certainly more than pleased with how it ended up."
  • He eyed me for a bit, looking taken aback by my carelessness. I couldn't really blame him, though. Some sort of regret lingered behind his eyes, perhaps feeling guilty with the turn of events. He opened his mouth, but no words came out at first.
  • "Why did you do it?" he asked hesitantly after a short moment.
  • My answer, however, didn't take long to leave my mouth. "Despite being a person that loves to prank people, I despise when someone takes advantage of the defenseless." I shrugged.
  • The bell signaling the end of the second period chimed loudly, breaking off the small conversation we were having. He instantly went into panic mode, glancing down the hallway that was starting to fill up with people.
  • "Go ahead. I don't want to be the reason you ruin your perfect attendance."
  • "Thanks," he said with a small smile gracing his features.
  • I smiled back at him, watching as he shuffled away and disappeared into the sea of people. I just stood there for a few minutes, the hallway slowly becoming empty as students went into their designated classes. Once the bell rang once again, I adjusted the bag on my shoulder and made my way to the office. My footsteps echoed through the walls as I walked down the eerily quiet hall.
  • The secretary peered at me when I pushed open the door to the office. She didn't even say a word, just sighed boringly, and waved me forward with her manicured hand. I just kept walking and entered a very familiar room—not bothering to even knock. I threw myself down on the chair in front of the principal's desk, leaning back and getting comfortable.
  • "Care to explain what happened out there?" he asked without looking up from his paperwork.
  • "There isn't much to say. Just that Gregory was being a...butt," I said with a smirk, changing up the original insult I had in mind. "I warned him to leave the poor guy alone. He didn't listen, so I taught him a lesson."
  • "Violence isn't the solution to everything, Amelia." He sighed. "Also, I saw your little prank from earlier. David Orwell barged in, demanding me to expel you once and for all."
  • "And will you?"
  • "Given the fact that there was no physical harm done to him or the school, I can't really go that far. And since the fight was for defending someone, all I can do is suspend you for three days," was all he said, making me smirk. "Your mother has already been informed. You shall leave. Your suspension begins from tomorrow."
  • "Aye-aye, captain," I mused and stood up from the chair. He just rolled his eyes and waved me away. I complied and walked out, holding the strap of my bag with one hand and burying the other in the depths of my pocket with a triumphant smile plastered on my face.
  • This certainly has been a very nice day, so far.