Summer School Chapter 12

"You bitch!" He yelled at me and I flinched in response. Yeah, I've been hit one too many times.

His hard gaze softened almost as he saw my flinch, but seeing as everybody around us wanted a fight....literally, they were chanting fight...he forced his gaze hard again. "Yeah, you're not too shabby yourself, you bastard." I snapped back, my voice cutting.

"Well, at least I ain't no skank." He said it in a gangster kind of way and I had to keep my smile from erupting on my face. It was game time and I wasn't backing down until I had collected all the money on the board.

I heard oohs and ohhs erupting from the crowd and it fueled my anger just enough so that I hit a sore spot. "Yeah, well this skank just beat your ass, remember?"

His eyes narrowed and I heard a couple of burns being shouted out. I glanced pointedly at his nose when he didn't say anything.

"Awww...is someone worried that they might get their ass whooped again...especially by a girl?" I feigned a pout and his glare almost silenced me. Almost.

I don't think I would ever learn when to keep my mouth shut. It had been open pretty much all my life, though sometimes secrets didn't pour out. I had never told a secret that wasn't already out, but sometimes I did gossip. Oops?

"In my books and everybody here, you ain't no girl. I think you're an IT." He had made his voice sound like he didn't seem to mind and he shrugged his shoulders, forcing his shirt to wrinkle at the top.

There were yells and cheering from the crowd. Obviously, they were enjoying this. Good, I wasn't and I hoped he could rot in Hell. As soon as I was done with him. "You can go rot in hell. After all, isn't there bastards go?"

"Yeah, I'll see you there." That simple sentence ticked me off and I had to clench my hand to keep from punching him again.

"Sorry, I don't work with ass-wipes," I retorted.

"You wouldn't be working with me. You'd be working for me, Ms. Cel. After all, I am top dog. Or do you wish to be on top this time?" Those simple words were turned into a scandal, and many of the guys from the rapidly enlarging crowd, let out a couple of whistles.

I felt my cheeks burn, but forced it down. I wouldn't lose to him if my life mattered on it.

"Sorry, I don't screw with screwdrivers. They screw into one too many holes, if you catch my drift." I winked, not a flirtacious gesture, mind you. This one was teasing, though my voice was cold.

He didn't answer.

Smirking, I turned and made my through the crowd. Score one for Kim.