by Bella King
“I’m going to make you drop out, bitch,” Brittany said, coming even closed with a fist balled up and pulled back, ready to swing.
“I’m going to call the police this time,” I said, pulling out my phone.
I was too late.
Brittany came down on me with a rain of fists, beating me back into the window. I bounced off, rolling onto the ground with a loud yelp. She climbed onto me, pulling my hair and yelling obscenities into my ear as I struggled to kick her off. She was stronger than she looked, and her rage was only making it worse for me.
“Drop out, drop out, drop out,” she chanted with insanity leaking into her voice as she punched and smacked me as hard as she could.
I blocked my head with my arms to keep my brains from being pummeled out of my skull and tried to roll over to buck her off. No luck. I was trapped beneath her.
“What’s going on in there?” I heard a muffled voice yell through the door to the room. I recognized it as Austin’s.
“Help!” I yelled, throwing an elbow towards Brittany’s face, hoping to knock her back. I made impact with her jaw as the door rattled.
Austin couldn’t get in to save me because it was locked. I had to fight Brittany on my own or succumb to her fury.
The blow to Brittany’s chin made her fall back, giving me just enough time to slip out from beneath her and jump onto my bed. I could have tried to run for the door, but she was already standing by the time I thought to do so. Instead, I leaped from the bed, tackling her into the wall.
Her back slammed against the plaster, breaking through part of it in a dusty crunch. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to deter her from fighting me. Her fist met with my face with heavy force, toppling me over onto the ground.
The pain was sharp and tight like my face was already beginning to swell with blood. I would have a black eye for sure. I didn’t get up in time to prevent Brittany for coming for me again. She threw a kick into my rips as I lay vulnerable, coddling my eye.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Austin charged inside. I didn’t see what happened, but I heard a shriek as his solid body made contact with Brittany, hurling her away from me like a football player tackling the opposition. He had managed to get into my room without the key for a second time. I suppose he knew how to pick locks.
I crawled to my feet, still holding the place where Brittany’s knuckles had made contact with my face. I scrambled for my phone to call the police. Committing assault while out on bail was certain to get Brittany put in jail at the very least. Hopefully, I would never see her at East Bridge University again.
Just like that, the day was saved. I had tried to fend Brittany off by myself, but Austin was the real hero here. He had more than redeemed himself for the misery he had once caused. As I spoke to the police department over the phone, he kept Brittany in a tight hold, not allowing her to escape. Security footage from the hallway would be enough to prove that Brittany had been the aggressor.
All this, and school hadn’t even started yet.
Chapter 22
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Austin said with a goofy grin, holding his phone screen to his chest.
I laughed. “I haven’t even seen my scores yet.”
“I bet you that I did better,” he said.
“No way. I always get As,” I replied, but I was nervous that I would have a B in that one class that always threw me for a loop. I guess there was only one way to find out.
Austin and I were sitting on his bed together after having slaved away the entire semester to see who could score higher on their final exams. I was used to being the one who knocked everyone out of the park, but Austin was clever. He was notorious for getting perfect scores on his exams.
Austin smoother his hair back with a large hand. It was starting to get longer and unruly, but I liked it that way. It was more difficult for him to keep up his perfect image during finals week. He let it slip just the tiniest bit, and I found it ridiculously sexy.
“Show me,” I said, pointing to his phone.
“You first,” he replied.
I picked up my phone and rolled my eyes. I hadn’t even checked the website even though I knew that my grades had been posted. I had received an email about it, but I had been too afraid to check them. I would be crushed by a B, as unreasonable as that was.
“Come on,” Austin said, bouncing on the bed with his legs crossed.
“I’m checking, hold on,” I said, waving a hand for him to calm down.
He raised an eyebrow at me but relaxed a little so that I could check my phone.
I typed in the webpage to the phone’s browser, waiting for it to be completely loaded before scrolling down to my scores. My eyes widened, and I felt a rush as I saw them. “Straight As!” I announced, shoving the phone toward Austin’s face.
“Fuck,” he said, turning his phone to me. He had all A’s, except one of them was an A-.
“Aww,” I said, pouting at him playfully. “I beat you.”
He pushed my phone away. “Yeah, it’s basically the same. This school is stupid for giving A minuses. Other schools don’t do that.”
“You would have gotten a B then,” I teased.
“No, that was totally an A,” he said, shaking his head.
I laughed. “Alright, we’re both honor students anyway.”
“For now. We’ll see how you fair next semester,” he replied, putting down his phone.
“Probably better than you,” I said, continuing to drive in the point that I had marginally better grades than he did. I had to be careful with that, though, because he would be rubbing it in majorly next semester if I didn’t beat him again.
“You better watch your little mouth,” he said playfully, grabbing my face in his large hand.
I was like a fish with my cheeks squeezed in his grip. He kissed my lips like that, a way that he enjoyed doing since we had started dating and let go of my face. I kissed him back, more passionately this time, and we fell over in the bed together.
We were just about to go for a roll in the sheets when there was a knock on the door. God, who could it be now?
I jumped up from the bed and went to the door, leaving Austin lying on his side, watching my hips swing as I walked. I opened the door and was greeted by my Aunt Martha.
“Hey Jane,” she said, a smile on her face. “I heard you’re all finished with your exams.”
“Oh yeah, Austin and I were just checking our grades,” I said, motioning back toward Austin as he scrambled to sit up straight on the bed.
My aunt peeked over to him and smiled knowingly. “Well, I don’t want to bother you two. I was just curious to know how you did.”
“Straight As,” I said, beaming.
“Just like your mother,” she said with a warm smile.
Ever since I had convinced her to come to East Bridge to work, she has been so much happier. She had been stuck in our old town for so long that she had forgotten what living well truly meant. She wouldn’t find happiness back home, but she was finding it here, and I was overjoyed to see it.
My Aunt Martha and I had a tough relationship, to begin with, but every relationship had growing pains. Once we worked out a plan that would make us both happy, things improved drastically. It also proved that Austin was on my side since he had orchestrated the entire thing. I couldn’t thank him enough for that.
“Do you want to go out to dinner tonight and celebrate?” I asked my aunt, looking back at Austin to see his reaction.
He smiled and nodded.
“I was going to ask you something similar,” my aunt replied.
“Let’s do it then,” I said.
“Okay, how does seven sound?”
“Perfect,” I said, knowing that Austin and I had nothing to do for a while before classes started again.
“I’ll see you then. Have fun,” my aunt said with a bright smile.
“Okay, I’ll see you,” I said.
She walked off down the
hall toward the golden elevator, and I closed the door.
“Have fun?” Austin asked, looking at his silver wristwatch. “I think we have time for that.”
I laughed, skipping toward the bed playfully. “What kind of fun did you have in mind?”
“The kind with your legs back behind your head,” he said smoothly, licking his lips.
I was way ahead of him, already pulling down my black skirt. We had to celebrate our achievements together, and I couldn’t think of any better way.
The End.
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