Chapter 2 The Brawl at the Infirmary
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With a loud bang, the door was violently kicked open. The poor door really took a beating today.
A tall, muscular man stormed in, his tanning skin gleaming under the harsh lights. He slammed the door shut and even locked it with a cold click.
"Come on..." I jumped in surprise but quickly recognized him. He was Taylor Bart, the star player on the basketball team and one of the most famous figures at Alaxphilia University. The guy was a giant, easily over 6'5". But honestly, I wasn't even bothering to remember his exact height. Taylor was known for his short temper, and right now, his face looked like thunderclouds—clearly looking for trouble.
The point was he was Alissa's official boyfriend, the one she posted all those lovey-dovey pics with on the school sports forum.
"Where are they?" Taylor barked, his voice low and threatening.
I protested. "Big guy, this is the infirmary. Take your issues outside!"
But these hormone-charged jocks didn't care where they were. Hell, even in jail, they'd probably throw punches first and ask questions later. Sure enough, Taylor marched straight to the bed and glared at the tangled mess of Alissa and Owen. His fury intensified.
"Damn it, you slut! You're really messing around behind my back, huh?"
Taylor's enormous shadow loomed over Alissa, who was hiding behind Owen like she didn't give a damn. Alissa retorted, "I can screw whoever I want! You got dumped the moment you started eyeing that b***h Carly half an hour ago! Now, get lost!"
I swear Owen and I exchanged nearly identical expressions and had the same thought. 'Girl, you're about to make him lose it.'
Owen must've sensed what was coming. He gave me a quick look, silently telling me to move. I appreciated that and mentally gave him extra points—though I'd pretty much give him a perfect score ever since I had a feeling for him.
Meanwhile, Owen put on his usual carefree smile and raised a hand to signal Taylor to calm down.
"Relax, man. Your 'precious item' hasn't been touched. Dr. Everly can vouch for us—we were just treating her wound."
Taylor grabbed a baseball bat from the side of the bed, his voice dripping with cold menace. "Shut up. I'm not blind."
Before I could even blink, Taylor swung the bat down hard at the bed!
Alissa's scream could've rattled the entire infirmary. But Owen was quick—he yanked Alissa out of the way and dove off the bed in one smooth motion, narrowly dodging the swing. The bat slammed into the bed's headboard with a crash, bending it inwards and leaving a deep dent. It was clear the bat itself had taken a serious hit.
"Put it down." Owen's face turned grim, his jaw tight. He shoved Alissa aside and fixed Taylor with a death stare.
I could tell Owen was seriously pissed now, and I knew exactly why—that bat was one of his prized possessions.
Taylor must've realized how much the bat meant to Owen. He let out a wild laugh and said, "Fine, but only after I take you down!"
Taylor was built like a brick wall and had the temper to match. He swung the bat again, this time with all his fury.
But Owen didn't dodge. He was a pro hitter, and no one could even see what happened—just a blink, and the bat was caught in Owen's hands!
"You picked the wrong guy to mess with!" Owen growled.
With veins bulging, Owen yanked the baseball bat out of Taylor's hands and spun it in his grip like he was showing off. With a smirk, he casually twirled the bat and scoffed. "Looks like taking stuff from you is pretty damn easy."
As he said that, he shot a smug look at the bed where Alissa was hiding under and watching the show. She was a little rattled, but for a girl her age, having two guys fight over her was practically a badge of honor. Even in the mess, she had the cheek to blow a kiss to Owen.
"Oh, no..." I was almost too embarrassed to watch. These guys knew exactly how to push buttons. No way Taylor was just gonna let that slide.
As I expected, Taylor roared, "f**k, you two assholes!"
He lunged at Owen, and that was when things escalated. Owen wasn't about to use the bat as a weapon, so it quickly turned into a full-blown brawl. Chairs, tables, and anything that wasn't bolted down got knocked over.
This all went down in just a couple of minutes, but I knew I couldn't let it go on any longer. I couldn't pull away the two jacked-up guys who were over six feet tall and built like tanks. But if I didn't stop them, they were going to wreck my whole infirmary.
I knew I had to call security!
Just as I reached for the phone, Alissa, who had been hiding and watching, rushed over and yanked the phone cord out of the wall. "Are you insane? You can't let this leak! They're popular!"
I was losing it at this point, and I shouted to her, "Hey, this is the infirmary, not a damn ring! If we don't stop them, they're gonna end up knocking each other out cold!"
Part of the reason was that I couldn't bear to see Owen's handsome face marred with bruises. The way these guys were throwing punches suggested neither one of them was going to back down until one of them got knocked out.
I was pretty sure Alissa wasn't bothered by that at all—she was practically enjoying the match and even cheering Owen on from time to time. Jesus, that was the typical cheerleader behavior!
Seeing Alissa's attitude, Taylor only got angrier. And with his bigger frame, he thought he had Owen totally outmatched. But here was the twist no one saw coming: Owen actually had combat skills. I surely knew that, but I didn't say it out because I wasn't some obsessive fangirl. I kept tabs on Owen's everything—that was how I did to the guy I crushed on.
So Owen landed precision hits to Taylor's weak spots, even getting the big guy close to pinned down.
But then, things took a turn.
About 20 minutes earlier, I'd cleaned up Alissa's wound and stitched up her knee. The medical tray was still on the counter, containing the tools I used, including a small scalpel.
In his rage, Taylor, who had been getting his ass handed to Owen, spotted the tray as he was knocked down. His eyes went bloodshot, and without a second thought, he grabbed the scalpel and lunged at Owen!
"Stop!" I screamed in horror, no longer thinking about my own safety. I threw myself at Taylor, desperate to grab the knife out of his hands!
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