“Is that what I’m doing?” I asked. “Glad to know your low opinion of me is so infallible.”
Of course she didn’t know what Deepthroat had done to me. Had tried to do. But why ask when she could just judge me for herself?
“It’s well earned,” she pointed out.
“Damn straight it is. I’m the big bad wolf - maybe you should call the wood cutter to see if he can come rid you of me.”
“Maybe I should,” she agreed.
“Well, just remember, little red riding hood was a twat. She was so willing to believe in lies and bullshit that she didn’t even notice that her beloved grandmother was a fucking wolf in a dress. So maybe she deserved to get eaten up.”
“Wow,” Tatum replied. “Your evil really knows no bounds, does it? Going after childrens’ bedtime stories now?”
I snorted a laugh before I could stop myself and she smirked at me. And for a moment it didn’t seem like she hated me quite so much.
“Why don’t you guys just call a truce for tonight?” Blake suggested, snatching the bottles of beer Pigs had found and handing them out to us. “We can just have a night off, no drama, just nice honest, bloody fun?”
He held his beer out in offering and I looked down at Tatum as she considered his words.
“To a night with no drama,” she agreed, clinking her beer bottle against his.
“I can’t promise not to be an asshole,” I warned. “But I guess I can promise to be an asshole to other people tonight instead of you.”
Tatum gave me a withering look which said that was barely acceptable. But I’d take barely over not at all.
I clinked my bottle against theirs and sank the entire drink in one go before tossing the bottle into the nearest bonfire.
Pearl Devickers and Georgie Penfield were manning the fight sign up list, both wearing tiny little designer dresses and stilettos which sank into the muddy ground. They looked fucking ridiculous and damn freezing, but I guessed they’d decided that was the trade they wanted to make for fashion. Fuckwits.
“Oh, hey, Kyan,” Georgie said brightly, batting her fake eyelashes so hard that I was surprised they didn’t take flight and head away to make a nest in the nearest tree. “Are you going to be fighting tonight?”
“Yeah,” I agreed, frowning at the tiny pink dress she was squeezed into. She really did look like an idiot dressed like that out here. “But the assholes at this school can’t fight for shit. So I want a real challenge. I’ll take three on one. Let’s see if they can beat me with numbers on their side.”
Georgie’s lips popped open in surprise and she glanced at Pearl nervously.
“Maybe we can get Eric, Greg and-”
“I didn’t say I want to fight three pussies at once,” I growled. “Get the three guys who won the last three fights.”
“But, what if they hurt you?” Georgie gasped. “Those odds are seriously stacked against-”
“What are you, my fucking mother?” I growled.
“Kyan will put those three boys in the dirt before you finish taking bets anyway,” Tatum added dismissively. “He’d win against six of them, so why don’t you just get it organised so we can enjoy the show?”
Pearl outwardly glared at my girl, but it seemed like she was beyond giving a shit about befriending that particular brand of mean girl.
We headed over to the makeshift fighting ring which was just a patch of flat ground lined with slate where the rest of the students formed a circle to watch the show. The crowd parted for us like hot butter and I moved to the edge of the ring as Georgie and Pearl found my opponents.
“This should be interesting,” Blake said with a smirk.
“I’m offended you don’t have as much faith in me as our girl,” I joked, shrugging out of my leather jacket and handing it to him. “Do you really think I could take on six, baby?”
“I just wanted to get you away from Georgie before you eye fucked her so hard your tongue fell out of your mouth. That’s an embarrassing look on you,” she replied.
I barked a laugh and glanced across the ring at Georgie as she staggered along in her sinking stilettos like a giraffe high on crack. “I don’t think so,” I said dismissively. “If you wanna know what it looks like when I eye fuck someone, maybe pay more attention to the way I look at you. Not some rich girl idiot who wears high heels to a fucking brawl in the woods.”
Her lips popped open at that comment and I smirked at her before heading out into the ring, rolling my shoulders back to loosen some of the tension in them.
I faced off against my three opponents with a cutthroat smile on my face and was pleased when they shared an uneasy glance.
Someone yelled fight and I roared a challenge as I charged at them. Chad McCormack was in the centre of the pack and I collided with him before he had a chance to do any more than back up a step.
He hit the ground hard with me on top of him and I threw my fists into his face as fast as I could. Grant Hutchins eventually remembered that this was supposed to be three on one and aimed a solid kick at the side of my head, knocking me off of Chad, his boot drawing blood which spilled from somewhere in my hairline down over my temple.
I rolled away with a grunt of pain and managed to scramble to my feet before they could come at me again. Travis Smith launched himself at me next, swinging a fist into my face before I could block it and then the two of them were
