Chapter 13 Keep Your Head Down
KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN
Thirteen years ago
Ikept my head down, not really bothering to socialize with any of these uptight, pretentious rich kids.
I had to be here whether I liked it or not; it was that or be a ward of the state since Mom’s coma.
Uncle would not let go that easily. Not when I was bringing home thousands of dollars a fight.
We decided sports were a no-go, but once the soccer season started and the embarrassment of a goalie letting through every single goal dropped the rankings for the school, I was told to join.
It was a perfect cover for some of the mysterious bruises that cropped up on my rib cage and sides.
I always caught the ball, and soon enough the team played the best games. How could they not when all they had to do was score one goal? It was a boring sport, but I couldn’t deny it was nice to change a fist for a ball.
I glanced up at the crowded cafeteria as I picked at the fries on my plate.
Lunchtime was the one meal I didn’t have to pay for and yet the meal I ate the least. Uncle James was right about one thing: if I wasn’t earning money, I was useless.
I made it my mission to earn after being left on the railways beaten half to death.
I shivered at the thought, pulling my hoodie down.
My eyes roamed over the tables, watching each club as they sat and began chattering. There was nothing new about the social cesspool of high school. Every division had its leader, and every leader looked up to the queen, Mia Williams.
My eyes found the queen in her center chair, a popular good girl who never strayed out of line.
She would walk these halls as if she owned them, and to be honest, she kind of did.
Her talent in every subject made it easy for her to fit in.
She wasn’t rude, never unfriendly, and everyone adored her.
She was also smoking hot with a bit of a rebellious side, always wearing a skirt too short and blouses that were hardly holding in those boobs.
It was no wonder every guy on campus wanted to get in her pants.
As if she knew my thoughts, our eyes locked as she walked over to her seat.
She had just sat down and was laughing with her gaggle of girls when Bryce gripped her shoulders from behind, lifting her unceremoniously out of her chair. He then proceeded to sit in it himself. She stood there for a moment contemplating what she wanted to do before walking my way.
I was seated by the exit door, so I figured she would just walk right past. “Funny he thought that would work,” I muttered under my breath.
There was nothing more disturbing than being demanding of a woman and expecting her just to take it; it was pathetic.
She had stopped walking and was staring at me.
I looked up after a moment, and she looked pleased.
I had no idea why she was pleased with me, the loner who didn’t give two fucks if I was popular, and I pushed my chair back, deciding I was done with my food.
“Mind if I sit?” Her voice was so angelic I couldn’t help but stare in disbelief that she wanted to talk to me and sit with me.
“Go for it.” I shrugged, leaning back. She could easily move the duffle bag if she truly wanted to sit down.
I rested my hands on the back of my head, closing my eyes as I thought about that upcoming fight, it was new blood, I always hated new blood, too weak to do much of anything against my fists but I had to do it.
My mind went blank as she sat on my lap. My eyes snapped open to meet her gaze, her legs barely fitting over my thighs, and she gripped my arm to steady herself. This wasn’t happening; it must have been a dream; there was no way that Miss Queen Bee herself was sitting on my lap.
I tensed up, willing myself to wake up from this dream but also hoping it wasn’t a dream.
Her eyes were a pretty shade of green, a mystery that shone within her orbs.
She held onto my arms, adjusting slightly, and my dick raised up at attention.
I don’t know why I felt so nervous with this stunning girl in my lap, but I did.
Her hands trailed up my arms to the back of my neck skimming over the raised edges of the tattoo on my scalp, I flinched but she didn’t care, just leaned closer her lips close enough I could feel the heat, I could smell the cherry blossom from her hair and my mouth watered.
“I hope you fight well today,” Her fingers once again crossed over my fighter’s tattoo. She leaned back, looking at me, and I couldn’t stop my stare. I wanted to claim her as mine.
“You’ll see.” I laughed out as I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer to me once more and kissed her.
I would like to think it wasn’t awkward.
I had only seen kissing in those old-time movies where the guy over-dramatically smashes his face into the girl.
Maybe that was my hesitation as I planted a kiss on her lips.
My cockiness in the situation, having her sitting there in my lap it all made sense, and my body reacted before my mind could catch up.
The moment of uncertainty that crossed into my mind at my first kiss, if I was even doing it right, I mean clearly I wasn’t by the teeth that caught on my own, but when I tried to pull away she deepened the kiss, nipping at my lip a demand to open.
I obliged by letting her tongue explore.
It was intoxicating and nerve-wracking as we continued the kiss, a conversation only our tongues seemed to hold, my hips pushing against hers as my dick yearned to be a part.
Something about the way Mia kissed me felt the most natural thing possible.
She was ripped away from me too soon, and her face flashed with anger that could kill. I only got harder.
Fuck.
“You should learn your place, Addams!” Bryce’s angered voice silenced the cafeteria.
I pulled my hoodie over my head, no sense in ruining my favorite article of clothing as I laughed out, “Funny I was going to say the same thing.”
“You think you’re untouchable just because your uncle runs the school you got another thing coming.”
“Well, you know what they say.” I laughed harder than I had ever thought I could. Yeah, like I would take anything else from that pig.
Bryce was getting riled up, expecting to win, and as he turned towards the crowd, I struck.
A well-placed kick to his shin had him on the ground within minutes, and I was on the fourth punch to his face when Mia’s sob rang out.
“Get off him!” She threw her body over his, and I dropped my fist inches away from her nose. She wasn’t even tearing up; she just stared, with a slight glimmer to her eyes.
I backed up quickly, intending to escape the crowd quickly, but was caught by the other football players as they held me back.
I jerked my hand free intentionally, and a third one came close to gut-punching me, but my eyes remained on her.
She stood up defensively and set in motion to pull the guy punching my stomach off, but he elbowed her hard in the nose instead.
I pulled against the douches holding me, willing myself not to use deadly force as my anger rose. I wanted to pummel the kid that dared break her nose. Accident or not, she didn’t deserve it.
Mia fell backwards on the ground. A look of disappointment but not shock crossed her face.
“Shit Mia, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Shit. Shit. Shit.” he muttered, trying to console her. The fight having left him in an instant.
She pinched her nose, halting the bleeding, grabbed his extended hand and lifted herself off the ground. Her knee found center in his balls, and I smirked as he fell. That’s a girl.
“I deserved that.” He grunted, cupping his junk and crashing to the floor.
She was standing there, with her blood running down her face and onto her blouse. An angel of revelation if I ever saw one.
“Let. Him. Go.” She was scary and demanding as she turned her rage towards the footballers holding me.
They quickly shoved me forward and disappeared in the crowd as the sound of someone shouting came to my ears.
“What is going on here?” Mrs. Diaz’s voice rang out.
I was preparing to take all the blame. I mean, face it, I was a nobody, and the guy I just bashed in was a star football player.
Whatever the outcome, it was worth it. Her lips were candy, and I wanted to devour them. I had zoned out as we were marched towards uncles office.
“You fought well.” Mia chuckled towards me.
I wanted to respond That was hardly a fight, that he didn’t even stand a chance but the secretary shushed her. She rolled her eyes.
“He was asking for the fight the way he manhandled you. I just finished it.” I shrugged, not ready to face Uncle’s rage. She had begun to clean the blood away from her face while holding the bridge of her nose; the aggressive scrub of her blouse was hard to miss.
“Where did you—” Mia’s words were cut off by the opening of the uncle’s door.
“Mia why am I not surprised to see you back so soon?” Uncle James stood in the doorway, his fake principal attitude firmly in place.
“Scott come on, we’ll have to call your mom.” He sighed.
It was a threat. I knew he wasn’t going to be pleased with his football player being punched the week of the big game, but I didn’t care. If he was threatening to pull Mom’s funds, he won’t get another cent from me.
The door closed, and I lashed out.
“If you call my mother, I will tell everyone what really goes on behind Principal Moores private life, I’d rather end up in jail then spend a single moment making you more money!” I shouted; rage was forming within me.
I had done nothing wrong in the past year and a half as I worked my ass off to pay off my debts. I would be damned if he threatened to call the hospital Mom was in and pull her plug.
“Listen here Scott, you have embarrassed me for the last time, I want you out.” He yelled finally.
“Wow must of been a serious offense if you are kicking me out.” I retorted angrily about the circumstances.
“I’ve got some very important people showing up tonight so you better be gone by then.” He turned away from me, looking out the school window.
I stormed out bitterly. As an, afterthought I announced, “Fuck your party, I’ll clear out my shit by four.”
With my bag slung over my shoulder and my head swarming in rage, I jerked the door open; it banged against a filing cabinet as I left.
Mia pulled at my arm as I passed, but I brushed it off, my breath coming too hot as I tried not to make more of a scene.
Despite being kicked out, it would do me no good to have the cops come investigating.
“Miss Williams.” The secretary announced as I was walking through the front office door, I could feel her eyes on the back of my head but didn’t stop turning the corner and rushing out.