*Andrea's Point of View*
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I am currently dancing with Marvy here outside the mansion near the pool. Well, the music isn't that loud out here, so it can't explode our eardrums.
Marvy's pretty much friendly, and I just found out that we have lots of things in common. Just like watching superhero movies and listening to classic songs. Come on, do teenagers still do that nowadays? Maybe some. She also has good taste in clothes, and she has to wear glasses for some reason.
While we were dancing our hearts out, someone grabbed my arm. And as I was about to beat them, it turned out to be my asshole ex-fiancee. Yes, I told my parents that I love Leanne and don't want to be married to someone I don't love. I am still so young to be tied up with someone that is only for business purposes. But honestly, I want to be tied up with my girl forever.
And, guess what were my parents' reactions when I came out?
Yep, they disowned me. And I am already dead for them. I got nice parents, right? They said that they don't have a lesbian daughter, and luckily, Leanne and I have opened our Hotel and Restaurant last three months. We put all our savings together to buy it, and it is running successfully with the help of her granny. So, I'm staying there for a while. More like, we will live there for the rest of our lives.
The asshole gripped my arms tighter as I tried to go away from him.
"Hey, Babe! Want to dance with me?" He asked and eyed me lustfully.
Shit, he is just so disgusting. Why did I even get myself near this bastard?
"Let me go, John! We are freaking over." I told him sternly as I tried to pull back my arm.
"No! You don't dare embarrass me in the fucking academy and the eyes of these students." He declared while tightening his hold on my arm. And, all I wanted to do is punch him straight in the face right now.
"I said, let me go. My parents already disowned me, so that left me no obligations with that ass arranged marriage. We. Are. Done." I snarled. And, of course, he is not happy.
"Not until I get you to bed." And with what he said, I hit him on his balls with my knee, and he curled up on the floor. How dare he?
He groaned in pain, and the rest of the basketball team rushed near us.
"What the hell, man? What did you do?" One of his teammates yelled angrily.
And, I just raised an eyebrow at them. He started it.
"You, Bitch!" John is about to attack me and punch me, but a blazing fist stops him.
He touched his side lip and saw there’s blood. It was Leanne who did it. Well, one thing I could say, my girl has it all. She's super-hot and sexy, plus a head cheerleader and a badass. So lucky of me, right?
"Hey, you okay, Rey?" She asked me worriedly and scanned me from head to toe.
"Yep, I'm fine, Anne.---Watch out!" I answered and yelled, but Leanne was punched in the face by that bastard and made me boil into deep anger.
I collected all my strength and kicked him on the face really, really hard. What's the purpose of being in the karate team if I won't use it?
Then, he dropped to the floor face first. I think he passed out.
"Serves you better, asshole," I mumbled and spat on him.
"Are you okay, Anne?" I asked Leanne as she stood up. She got a cut on her lip.
"You fucking bitches! What the fuck did you do to my brother?" Jake Brandon yelled as he found his brother, who was lying unconscious on the floor.
"It's his fault," I told him, and I can sense that he is about to do something terrible.
"No, you will die!" He yelled and brought out a knife with him, then pointed it to Leanne.
Fuck it! I felt uneasy as the rest of the basketball team surrounds us not and doesn't let anyone interfere. Seriously? Are they high?
"Nobody dares to point a knife at My Girl," I let out as I blocked him from stabbing Leanne. And fortunately, I caught his wrist and bent it so hard that the knife fell from his grip.
I picked up the knife and threw it into the pool, and Leanne beat the hell out of the boy.
And as I went back, I saw that the school's quarterback, who is John's best friend, is about to hit Leanne with a stool on her back. No!
"Anne!!!" I shouted, and I saw that someone was holding the chair that he's about to hit my girl.
It’s Blair. Thank goodness!
"Let go, asshole." She told the quarterback in a low voice.
"Who the fuck are you to stop me?" He retorted and still held the chair, but he couldn't overpower Blair's grip on it. Woah, she's tough.
"I'm not gonna say it twice." She said sternly, but he still wants to hit Leanne with it, yet he can't.
"Let. It. Go." And with that, Blair forcefully pulled the chair from him and made him kiss the cold hard floor. Well, he deserves that.
"Just try to listen next time." She uttered, and we went to Leanne with a passed-out Jake Brandon on the floor.
"Hey, Lee, Drea! You both, okay?" She knelt as Leanne was sitting on the floor and exhausted, beating up Jake.
As I was about to give Anne a hand to stand up, a bottle was smashed hard at the back of Blair's head. And it was the quarterback earlier. He never learns.
But then, Leanne cupped her face, and I saw blood oozing out of it. Shit, she was hit by some pigments of the broken bottle. And that means Blair's head is... He is going to pay for this.
I looked at Blair, and she seemed not moved by that force, even if blood was streaming down her neck. Oh my!
She stood up straight and looked at the nervous face of the boy.
"You better run before you lose some of your teeth and earn broken ribs." She asserted coldly, and it sent shivers down my spine. Damn, this girl is so scary.
The boy seemed frozen in place but recollected immediately. Then, he pointed to Blair the remaining broken part of the bottle.
"Do... don't get...ne..near me." He uttered nervously while shaking and fear was evident on his face.
I guess you just messed with the wrong person.