Not Just Another String On His Guitar

Chapter 15-

Tony's POV

I shook my head, but the image of Kyla's body in that dress kept flashing before my eyes. She was good, that's for sure. She always knew how to f*ck up situations and make people do what she wanted. How, I would never know. All she was... Well, all she was, was a sexy body.

I was still standing there leaning against my motorcycle, spacing out at the spot on the street where Kyla's car had just sped away from. My hands were shaking a little...wait, what the hell? Why did I feel so worked up?? I never get like this. I could feel the heat rising in my chest.

I wanted to beat the sh*t out of Landon.

Completely forgetting the handcuffs still dangling from my wrist, completely forgetting everything about anything, I texted Kyla and asked for Landon's address. I was running on pure adrenaline. F*ck British boys. 

I don't even remember the trip from my house to Landon's. I don't remember speeding 30 miles over the speed limit and escaping a police car in the process. My motorcyle came to a dead stop in front of a big white mansion-type house. Landon's house. I noticed no cars were around, so I guessed his parents were gone. I didn't even want to think about what he and Lilah were doing in there.

I walked up to the front door and just knocked, noticing it was locked. I jumped up and down a little, clenching my arm muslces and fists, I was ready. Landon was dead meat.

I heard voices nearing the door from the inside, and I listened.

"Thanks Lilah, you made me feel so good," Landon said, his voice a little muffled.

"Oh definitely, I'll do it whenever you want!" Lilah said sweetly.

"I don't know who could be at the door, but I just want to be alone with you," Landon said.

At that point I could feel my face red with anger and I was pretty much ready to attack Landon as soon as the door opened. 

Whoa. Wait. 

I stopped myself for a minute. What was I doing?.....Why was I so mad about something like this? About Lilah? About a chick?

Before I could think about it anymore, the door swung open. I looked up and found myself inches from Landon's face. He looked suprised, confused. At first I didn't do anything, until I noticed Lilah a few feet behind him, still putting on her shirt. Then she looked up at me as if she had just been caught in a crime. In the moment I couldn't stop myself.

I dove forward onto Landon and we crashed onto the carpet inside his house. He yelled and squirmed but I quickly had him pinned down. Lilah was still standing somewhere off to the side, screaming words I couldn't hear.

Landon pushed and shoved beneath me, but couldn't get out from under me. I quickly stood and brought him up with me, easily taking him by the shoulders and pinning him up against the wall.

"DUDE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, WHAT THE--" Landon yelled, trying to kick me away.

"TONY! TONY STOP!" Lilah screamed.

"LISTEN YOU F*CKING BRITISH KID--" I shouted, realizing I had angry tears streaming down my face. "STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM MY GIRL--"

I was about to punch him, and I lifted my fist, but then....

Then I glanced at Lilah. She was standing there, screaming, but for some reason I couldn't hear anything. Pictures starting crossing my mind. I thought of her, and how we danced, and my hands against her back when we stood together in the shower, and the way her lips twitched whenever she got angry, and the tickle of her eyelashes, and the smell of her honeysuckle hair, and I felt my muslces go weak.