Playing The Bad Boy's Game (Completed July 2012) FIRST BOOK SO IT IS CRAP W A R N I N G

Chapter 20: Just Gimme A Reason----Bitch Slap!

Oh, and, not to be a Nagging Author (which I would never want to be because I love you guys so much), but I was so sad about the amount of comments I got last chapter.  :(  It kinda felt like either I lost a lot of you guys, or my writing isn’t good enough

Yeah.  Okay.  I feel miserable now.

Ugh, im sorry. 

Alright.  Stop, Mylan!  Don’t worry and be happy xD

Yeah!  Go positivity!

Do you dare to read the “SPOIILER ALERT?????!!!!!”

“Intense shit is about to get down, so I advice popcorn for this chapter.  And let me tell you, someone is gonna get a-----Daaaaaamn, Bitch Slap!!!”

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            BRIAN’S P.O.V (wow, talk about FOREVER?!  When was the last time I did his perspective?  Haha, he’s been too naughty xD)

            I leaned the back of my foot on a locker, resting against the cold metal as I grinned at Chris. 

            “Talk about awesome!” he said, high-fiving me.  It was the end of the day and we were about to gather our stuff to head home.  Barely anyone was in the halls, leaving to stock up presents for their family and friends. 

            “I know!” I exclaimed.  “That touchdown at last night’s game.  Aw man.  We should pull one of those off during this season.”

            He brightened, and nudged my shoulder.  “Wanna bet you can’t pull one in the championships?” he challenged.

            Snorting, I pushed him off.  “One bet at a time, bro.  I already have one hot ass to take care of.”

            “A sexy hot as.s,” Chris evilly smirked, and I glared.  He laughed and turned around.  “Speaking of the devil,” and looked over his shoulder.  

            “Hey Rivyn!” I waved, excitement rushing up my neck.

            I walked up to her as she came storming towards me.  She defiantly wanted to make-out, with all that energy...today was my lu-cky day!

            Suddenly, she roughly shoved my chest, pushing me against a locker.  Total turn on.  Minus the loud wince that escaped my lips.

            With one look at her, I noticed her narrowed eyebrows, and burning eyes.  About to ask what was wrong, she punched my jaw.  I swear I heard a crack as I clutched my face.  A throbbing ache pounded my head, the sting very strong.  “What the f---”

            She hit me again, this time at my eye.  My vision shattered, and I felt myself slamming back to the locker.  Instinct kicking in, I snatched her shoulders, and spun her around, smashing her up where I was moments ago.  “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I shouted, my eye-sight slowly coming back.  Her breathes were heavy and I knew she wasn’t going to talk.

             With one swift move, she kicked me in the gut, knocking my wind out.  A quick flash of memory zoomed past as I remembered the two of us fighting back at home, only just a few weeks ago.  My guard down, she kneed my ribs and I cried out, falling on my ass.  Biting back sob of pain, my biceps were hurting, and I barely got the chance to stand up.