Stuck between two bad boys

Devin’s eyes locked with mine for a minute before he turned his gaze to the girls crowding him. I turned my face from his stare and continued walking. I needed to Ignore his stupid self and continue searching for Emily.

He’s done more bad than good and I couldn’t risk having him ruin my Emily.

Wait, did I just call her my Emily?

I meant my baby sister but she really was mine. My Emily, I’d k*ll anyone that lays a filthy hand on her.

Devin was still standing at the corner of the barboy. He was on a black padded shell bomber jacket and fitted black jeans. He was quaffing and looking at him turned my tummy. His black hair was neatly cut and it fell on his sides.

I kept moving without direction as Devin distracted me and made me swell with so much anger. I stood for a minute and sat at the barboy’s stool ordering a glass of distilled whiskey. I was letting Devin get me overly irritated and it sucked.

“You have no idea.”

“I think they fucked,” the red-headed girl laughed pouring the drink into her glass. “Like they fucked in the bathroom during break.”

“Oh my, Little Emily loses her virginity to the school fighter, Devin.”

That’s not true! Calm down, Xavier!

“Wouldn’t even make an interesting headline, that girl is so boring.”

“At least the boring girl is no longer a virgin.”

“You bet,” The first girl laughed and took a sip from her glass.

My blood twitched the moment I heard their conversation. It was the girl who was checking me out and her friends. What the fvck does she mean by Emily losing her virginity to Devin?

She must be fucking joking and I’ll kill Devin if he keeps making these bitches talk about Emily like that!

I hated it when they made a mockery of her like that, it itched me badly I could get their faces all disfigured but the only thing Dad taught me was never to hit a woman, it sucked that these ones would escape my wrath. But guess who wouldn’t?

I stood up angrily and clenched my hands in a fist. It was a reflex action that happened whenever I was mad.

I was beyond mad, I was boiling with anger.

I walked back to the corner where Devin sat and took a few steps toward him. I went to his face and let my hands out.

“Listen, Devin, you better stay away from Emily. I don’t want to hear any shit about her.”

“Look who is here” Devin smiled with a low smirk forming on his lip.

I hated him so much and would throw fisted blows on his face if he kept making such faces. He obviously had no idea how irritated I was and how much I wanted to kill him. I swallowed the lump that anger formed in my throat and looked him dead in his eyes.

“I’m not joking. Stay the fvck away from her.”

Devin didn’t reply, he just kept sipping his drink and it irritated me that he was ignoring me. I ran my hands in my brown hair and bit my lower lip.

“Ain’t you ashamed of yourself Devin?” I asked without expecting a reply. “You’re using Emily because you can’t get any girl for yourself after Amelia.”

I saw his jaw twitch and he raised his face to me. He hated talking about Amelia and he knew what I was saying about Emily.

“Don’t you fvcking-”

“Emily is a minor. Stay the fuck away from her.”

“I’m not using Emily,” he fired back in a huffing manner.

He dropped the glass he had on the table and returned his gaze to me.

“Fvck it, bro, you are. Don’t mess with my sister, Stay away.”

I was warning him and wouldn’t mind fisting my hands to his face as a sign of warning if he made me.

“And if I was using her? At least I get to fvck her freely and not get tempted to stuff her mouth with clothes in the middle of the night while hitting her from behind cause she rejected me.”

He knew what he was doing, he knew how mad I would get with a statement like that. Devin is an asshole and the type who says whatever he wants just to get you pained.

“What the fvck did you just say?” I asked stepping forward and closing the gap between us.

“You heard-” he tried to say before I clenched my fist and smashed it into his face.

He staggered for a second. “Fvck you,” he blurted.

He was already bleeding from his nose. The intensity of the blow broke his nose and I was glad. The fucking school fighter was bleeding from just a blow. He whirled back and swings his hand, aiming for my face. I dodge at first and he throws a punch at my rib.

How the fvck didn’t I see it coming?

Fvcking hypocrite. Emily wasn’t here to call him a good guy so he chose to reciprocate the energy. I found myself back and turned my gaze to his face.

He was still bleeding from his nose due to the force of my blow. I pull back and hit him again. He threw another blow and before I could get a balance from dodging it, he sent a sloppy kick to my knee that got me on the floor.

“Fvcking hell,” I growled in pain.

He has fought for half his life. He knew the game of fighting so well but I couldn’t afford to let him win this one, Not today. I got on my feet and turned back to him. I could hear the grunts escaping from his lips.

I could also hear the cheering noises from the background.

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I arched my brows in anger and craned my neck. I stood up and threw a fist. He didn’t see it coming, it caught him where it hurt the most.

Blood sprawled on my jean jacket, he was bleeding. My face was concealed in bruises and my lip already had a tear. My muscles ached but I ignored what I felt. Devin moved back and spat out bloodied spit. He growls and attempts to fight back but I blow all his blows and shove him to the side of the room.

His legs pushed a table and spilled with the glasses breaking.

“Don’t fvck with my Emily, Devin. I’ll kill you.”

“At least I am not the one fracking her right now,” he growled with splatters of blood diving out of his mouth.

And…. is that a smirk on his face?