Untamed Hearts

2- The Walk of Shame

"I'm sure your don't," I replied without losing my cool tones, "but that hardly makes a difference."

I broke through the rest two football players and stood directly in his front.

"Now tell me why you spread that awful lie about I and Madison?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied haughtily.

"Of course you'll deny it, but we all know, Carson McQueen that your word is good for nothing."

"I'm telling you I don't know what you're talking about," he shouted indignantly.

"How dare you repeat your falsehood?" I whispered in anger then shook my head, "I wonder what Madison ever saw in you."

He smirked, "What's the matter? Do you have a itty-bitty crush on Madison Shepherd?" The football players all thought this was hilarious and began laughing.

"Oh this is priceless," Carson was saying to Parker and Cole, "Michelangelo the waiter is in love with Madison Shepherd the Ice Queen."

"Madison Shepherd was wasted on a self- absorbed, lying, cheating and worthless little snake like you!" I hissed.

He laughed some more, "Don't worry Michelangelo. I heard about your stud services so when Madison pays you then you can comfort her tonight."

I just about lost it then. Advancing on him with my bat I growled, "You loathsome, foul evil little snake!" Carson, coward that he was, cowered and fell onto the grass. "Say another word," I asked him menacingly, "I dare you, Carson McQueen! Do it. Come on, say another word."

"Hey what's going on here!" shouted Coach Fairchild who had come onto the scene. He looked at Carson lying down on the ground and me holding a baseball bat to his precious face. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled at me. "Let him go now!"

I stepped away and allowed him to get up. Carson scrambled away like a mouse to stand between Cole and Parker.

"I hope I won't have to take this to Principal Sinclair," he said sternly.

I shook my head, "No, Coach Fairchild."

"Good," he nodded. "Now beat it."

"Yeah! Beat it Michelangelo!" Carson echoed with a snippy laugh.

"Seriously?" Fairchild asked curiously then laughed, "He's named Michelangelo? I'd probably be that pissed off if my parents played that joke on me."

       I pointed the bat at Carson, "If you don't curb that nasty tongue of yours I'm going to cut it out and shove it so far down your throat you won't need to eat for a month or swap spit with another girl."

He only scoffed. "I'm not scared of you and your threats."

Smiling I shook my head, "No Signorino. That's not a threat; it's a guarantee. Stay away from me McQueen."

I whirled around and walked away back to the locker room where I took out my anger on an undeserving locker.

"Damn it Angelo!" I seethed. "What a mess!"