Not So Average Romance Story

Chapter 8

Zane's POV

I stood out side the class room seething.

How dare she?! Who the fuck did she think she was?!

No one talks to me like that.

Ever.

In fact people kind of worship the ground I walk on. It's pretty nice actually.

I am the school's running back.

Translation: I own this school.

Quite literally. I mean my parents make very VERY generous donations to the school every year.

I could have any girl I wanted and every guy either wanted to be me or was scared of me. I'm not one of those idiots who doesn't know they're hot. I mean I know it, they know it, you know it.

To say that I'm cocky would be the understatement of the year. But when you're me, you get that sort of luxury.

I could hear the muffled laughter around me and looked up to glare them into silence. I turned on my heel, walking into the classroom she had just disappeared into.

Relax Zane. She's probably new...

And you should probably start going back to anger management classes...

I spotted her blonde head in the back of the classroom sitting next to Jay and Jose. Jose was on the football team with me -our quarter back actually- and Jay always hung out with us so I was pretty chill with them.

Maybe that was an exaggeration.

They didn't annoy me but we weren't exactly friends.

Acquaintances is the word you are looking for.

Don't mind him.

That's just the hobo that lives in the back of my head that likes to pitch in every now and then. But don't worry I'm not nuts or anything.

You probably are.

Shut up hobo!

By now I had came to a stop behind.. I don't even know the girl's name.

Jeezus.

She managed to insult me in front of the whole school and I didn't even know her name.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She scoffed. "You think I can't take him? I'll have you know I'm a boxing champ and I'm not scared of that idiot."

Oooo! You gonna let her talk to you like that?

I could have sworn I said to shut up!!

"Is that so?" I chuckled softly not taking her seriously despite the hobo.

She stood up and turned to face me, glaring.

"Yes it is," looking straight in my eyes.

"I could whoop your punk ass right here, right now."

She looked me up and down, smirking.

"And by the looks of it you wouldn't put up much of a fight."

Every muscle in my body tensed.

Oh snap! Shit's getting real!

Shut up!

"Is that an invitation?"

My voice came out husky and deeper than usual.

Her voice level, "Did I stutter?"

Do it! I know you want to.

My hands balled in to fist.

Shut up!

Why? Cause I'm voicing you deepest desires?

No!

Just do it! Do it! DO IT NOW!!!

SHUT UP!!!

Suddenly I had no control of my actions. My clenched fist raised without my consent and began to make its way towards her stomach..

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?!! NO, NO, NO! I DON'T HIT GIRLS!!

Before my hand could connect with her stomach, Jose was up and twisting my arm so far behind my back I squealed like a little girl.

Thank you, I silently praised Jose for keeping me from making the biggest mistake of my life.

"Don't ever hit a girl you worthless piece of crap." He hissed in my ear.

Tell that to the hobo!

Don't drag me into this.

What the he- ouf!

I bent over in pain after her fist connected with my jaw.

"What he said" she sneered.

"What in God's name is going on here?!"

We all froze.

Crap...

"Principal's office! NOW!"

Now look what you done did!

SHUT UP HOBO!!

Definitely need to go back too anger management.