ZAYNE
~TWO WEEKS AGO~
PUNCH
Xander’s fist connected with my jaw, harder than it looked coming and I stumbled before I let my own anger drive my fist into his chest.
I excuses myself from the party to avoid any run ins with either of them. Just for Xander to come out and say bullshit words to annoy the f**k out of me.
“You hit me first,” he snarled, wiping blood from his lip.
“You talk too much! Leave me be!,” I replied, chest heaving.
“Not when you start tripping like a b***h!” he yelled
We lunged again, his fist swinging against my ribs in anger as my ribs grew tight with adrenaline and before I could angrily retaliate, Milo and Bishop stepped in between us, muscles pressing us back like they were stopping a suicide pact over a girl neither of us actually deserved.
Milo coughed
