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“You think he really wants your ugly fat ass?” Rebecca sobered and shook her head.
“Shut the fuck up, Rebecca,” Rebel ground out, his anger clear.
“No, I won’t shut up, Rebel.” Rebecca looked at him over Rosie’s shoulder. “You could have had this, but you wantthat.” Rebecca gestured to Rosie, disgust in her voice and on her face.
“The only fucking ugly thing in this room is your attitude, Rebecca.” Rebel stepped up behind Rosie. “I don’t give a shit what anyone says or thinks about being with Rosie. I love her, and fuck you or anyone else who has anything to say about it.”
Although there was a group forming in the hallway, no teachers had shown up yet.
“Just accept he doesn’t want you,” Rosie said. “Have some dignity and stop making a scene.”
Everyone was deathly silent, and when Rebecca looked behind her, maybe hoping for some backup or support, she found none. She’d been a bitch to a lot of people, and they knew exactly what type of person she was.
“Rosie is mine, and if anyone has a fucking problem with it step up.”
Rosie looked up at Rebel, not surprised by the hardness in him. All of this would be spread throughout the whole school before lunch that was for sure.
Rebecca gave this weird little cry, as if she’d had enough. “You bitch.” Rebecca came toward Rosie, but she’d been expecting her to act like a psycho. She hadn’t gotten her way, and for Rebecca that was a big deal.
Rosie was ready for her, or at least as ready as she could be. Rebecca went to grab a chunk of Rosie’s hair, and before Rebel could intervene, which she knew he was about to, Rosie pushed Rebecca away.
Rebecca came at her again, but instinct rose up, and Rosie found herself hitting the other girl right in the nose.
There was this disgusting sound after the fact, and then a gush of blood that came from Rebecca’s nose. She covered her face and cried out, her eyes wide on Rosie, blood pouring from her nose.
“My fucking nose, you bitch,” Rebecca screamed out. “God, you two fucking deserve each other.” And then she turned and left them alone, the people that had been behind her moving out of the way.
No one moved or said anything for several seconds after that, but then the crowd shrugged and dissipated, leaving Rebel and Rosie standing there.
Blood was on the ground, and she knew what she’d done could very well get her in serious trouble, but she didn’t care.
“Holy fucking shit,” Rebel said, and Rosie looked behind her to see Rebel looking shocked. “Is it weird if I say how hot you look right now?”
Rosie couldn’t help it. She started laughing. Maybe she was in some kind of shock over what had just happened, or maybe for the first time in her life she was being strong and free?
Itfelt good,shefelt good, and right now she had enough endorphins running through her veins that she didn’t care what the consequences of her actions were.
ChapterEleven
Rebecca had ended up going to the principal after all, and for the first time in Rosie’s school life she’d been sent home for her behavior and suspended for three days.
Although she was glad she’d stuck up for herself, and didn’t take anymore of Rebecca’s shit, she also couldn’t lie and say the repercussions sucked pretty bad.
Turning off the kitchen light she headed into the living room, her thoughts heavy as she wondered how she was going to explain this to her mother and stepfather.
Rebecca hadn’t told the principal exactly what had happened, just that she’d been “attacked” by Rosie. But Rebecca had also called forth “witnesses” maybe thinking they’d back her and say she was innocent in all of this.
That had backfired, because the students the principal had spoken to told it exactly like it was. Rosie knew they were afraid of Rebel and going against him, and it was his badass reputation that had helped them both out in this instance.
Rebecca had been the one to come at Rosie first, and Rosie was defending herself.
Be that as it may, she’d still fought on school grounds, hurt another student, and therefore had to be punished.
But her mom and stepdad would want to know what started the fight, and she wouldn’t lie to them. She was not going to lie or deny how she felt for Rebel, not now, and not ever.
She was proud of her feelings, and no one would make her feel ashamed of that.
“Look at you, my little delinquent,” Rebel said from the couch.
