Fight Me

Chapter 3

I silently crept out of my room and made some breakfast, just some bread from the cafe. I made Elliot's normal breakfast and packed his belongings, after he started weeping in his crib I pulled him in the car.

After dropping him off I made my way to school, I finished up some homework and walked in school, kids still talking about my 'ninja fast reflexes' as some freshmen boy said at the sides of the hall.

I still made it to my first period with little complications, although I did earn deathly glares from Juliet and her little pack of minions.

By the time lunch rolled around I was starving and thankful that I brought a slice of pumpkin bread to eat today.

When I walked into the lunchroom I saw that most of the students were crowded around a poster on the far wall.

By the time I got there, the people parted for me to go through, I got judgement filled glares and snooty remarks calling me 'slut' and 'whore'.

When I made my way to the poster I realized why.

It was a picture of me holding Elliot in front of the day care, the words 'WHORE WITH A KID' was captioned on the top in bold letters.

I looked to the side, I saw Juliet smiling smugly leaning against the wall next to the poster.

I saw that everyone was looking at me. Waiting for a reaction, expecting me to scream or yell, cry in utter humilitation, maybe plead that the father left me.

But I just rolled my eyes and still kept my face emotionless, unzipped my pencil pouch and took out a silver metallic sharpie and wrote on the poster.

I popped the cap back on the silver marker and walked away, leaving 'That's my fucking brother you idiotic bitch' in shiny writing with an arrow pointing at Elliot.

I went and sat at my table, people had realization sketched on their faces and some of them sending me sypathetic smiles.

I heard a throat clearing in front of me and looked up at Juliet.

"I'll get you back you, you useless whore." she hissed.

"You have absolutely no idea who you're messing with." I told her with my most deadly tone.

Fear filled her eyes and she backed away from me and ran back to her table.

I just rolled my eyes.

That bitch was clueless.

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"Well, well, well, look who's back." a voice called from behind me.

"I'm not back, I needed the bags to let off some steam." I answered back, taking a break and wiping the sweat off my face with the back of my glove.

"Well, you have one at home." Zeke reminded me.

"I broke it." I told him, taking a sip from my water bottle.

"Whoa, do you need to let off some steam or close off a fire." he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Fire." I answered and did a round kick.

"I thought you'd be rusty, but you got better." Zeke informed and clapped his hands.

"Well, I'll do anything to protect this little rascal." I replied and motioned to Elliot who was asleep in his crib.

"Yeah, how is he?" Zeke asked.

"He's good, I'm not, but he's okay." I said, jabbing and upper-cutting the punching bag.

Don't ask how, I just can.

"What's wrong with you?" he questioned.

"I haven't eaten a full meal in two weeks." I said, still venting out my anger on the punching bag.

"You know I can-" he started but I stopped him.

"I don't want you to waste your hard earned money on me." I interrupted.

He sighed but didn't fight back."So, what's got you so mad?"

"Some prissy bitch decided to put a poster of me with Elliot saying I was a 'Whore with a kid'." I said adding air quotes but I stopped when I realized he couldn't see them because of my gloves.

"Damn, that sucks." He told me with furrowed brow adding,"What's the school gonna do 'bout it?"

"Probably nothing, that girl had them all wrapped around her little fin-" I got interrupted by my fist bursting into the punching bag.

I yanked my hand out of the bag and took it down.

"Okay," I said, standing up and dusting off my hands.

"Maybe let's just work on cardio?"

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Light flooded through the middle of my curtains, I groaned and realized I had woken up late because I had stayed up all night.

I whipped up a fast breakfast and completed my homework in the car when I sat in the parking lot.

By the time the bell rang I walked in and everyone was staring at me.

I just looked forward and tried to get to class with little drama and managed to escape to class on time with no complications.

In third period though, I was called to the front office, again.

As I walked down the eerily silent hallway a strong hand clamped down on my mouth and pulled me into the janitors closet.

I kicked them in the shin, their grip loosened and I grabbed my attackers arm and flipped him over.

I straddled him and grabbed his collar, I was about to punch the shit out of him when a familiar voice yells for me to stop.

"Easton? Clayton? What the hell?" I demanded, releasing Austin from my grip and jumping off him.

The light flicked on and I saw them all standing there opened mouthed and Austin slightly bruised and bloodied.

"Geez, what the hell are you? Terminator? The Hulk? Iron Man?" Austin complained while rubbing his now sore head.

"Why the hell did you guys pull me in here!" I hissed, ignoring Austin's remark.

"I just wanted to know why you ditched me yesterday?" Clayton asked with his eyebrow raised.

I opened my mouth to reply but my jaw dropped and my eyes widened when I realize that I skipped tutoring.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly.

"It's okay, why not after school today I'll meet you at the cafe?" he suggested.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes."Okay, see you guys at the cafe."