I walked through the halls of my high school not thinking about anything expect the AP Calculus test we had. I had lunch right now and was headed towards the library when something caught my attention. It looked like five jocks had cornered a guy against the locker. I groaned. Forget it, it's none of your business, the voice of reason muttered in my head. You should go help him out; it's not fair that there are five guys against one, what sounded suspiciously like my mother's voice whispered in my head. I thought about it and decided to help the guy out. It wasn't a fair ratio and if it had been just two guys pounding each other, I would have left without trying to stop them. I hated people who had to have lackeys who went around with them when they picked their fights, so that the odds were on their side. I mean, come on, if you want a fight, you can at least have a straight fight. So, as I was running through the halls, this went through my head. Of course what exactly I was going to stop it didn't enter my head. I was five foot four inch girl and nothing I was going to say was going to stop the fight. Still, I could at least try to help out the guy. I nervously noted that this was the hall that was notorious for being unsupervised by any teachers. Students rarely came here and when they did it was only to fight. Fights that happened here stayed between the combatants. So, I wasn't going to get any help from a teacher passing by. I prayed that the guy that I was going to defend didn't turn me into minced meat along with the five jocks because I know how guys react when a girl interferes in their fights. I came to a halt near the group and calmly went and inserted myself in front of the guy leaning against the locker. Now what? I thought desperately. The way the jock in front of me was looking at me made me mad. Have I mentioned that I have anger management problems?
"Would you please get a spine and fight this guy one-on-one?" I drawled out. I received the shocked gazes of six idiotic males. Huh.
"W-what did you say?" One of the jocks managed to stutter out. I gave them amused looks that made flush and no doubt want to kill me.
"So, out of the six stupid males here, you have a brain. Bravo. Since you have a brain and I assume that you aren't deaf, I see no need to repeat my statement. In case the other five imbeciles didn't catch my statement, I'll let you explain to them what I said." Ok, now the guy behind wanted to kill me as well. Great going, Maria. Well, if he thought that I was going to bail his ass out nicely, he was mistaken. Problem was I didn't know how I was going to bail him out. Hell, I didn't know how I was going to get out myself. I was just making them steadily madder at me and I didn't have a plan.
"What do you mean that I don't have a spine?" The jock in front of me demanded. His hands were curled into fists and his face was red. I recognized him from one of my classes. His name was Jake.
"If you had any guts, you would be able to fight the guy behind me on your own and wouldn't need four lackeys."
"I was about to fight him one-on-one until you came up." Jake said coldly.
"So why are all those idiots behind you?" I pointed out. "By the way, your face is turning a lovely shade of red." I smiled sweetly at him. I looked up at the sound of footsteps. Judging from the noise they were making, it was around three people. I looked around the huge, six foot bodies to see three (I was right!) punk guys coming towards us. Jake looked at the three guys and his face blanched. He mentioned to his minions and they quickly disappeared. I put two and two together and realized what had happened. The stupid guy behind me had been willingly dragged here and his friends had been waiting so that they could join the fight. They would have the element of surprise. I turned to the guy behind me. My mouth fell open when I recognized him. Gabriel. Oh well, so I had completely ruined their plans. They could beat up the idiots some other time. I turned to leave.
I looked on with disbelief as a short girl inserted herself between and Jake. I was staring down at her shiny black hair when she began to insult everyone here, save for herself. My friends had just come around the corner when they stopped dead, looking at the girl. I noticed the dazed looks on my friends' faces when she had come into the fight and now their shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter. I would have been laughing too, if it was someone else in my position. I was not amused. Now Jake knew that I wasn't about to take his bullshitting, he would be on guard and I wouldn't get a chance to beat him senseless. All because of the little fool. When Jake and his cronies left, she glanced back to me and a wave of recognition passed over her face. Then she proceeded to leave.
"What exactly did you have in mind when you came here?" I growled out. I wasn't mad, I was bloody furious. She seemed unfazed by my tone.
"I came here to help you out." She sent a scathing look at me. "Of course, I didn't know that it was you who was about to get beaten senseless. If I did, I would have just enjoyed it. By the way, you don't make a great damsel in distress." My jaw dropped. What the hell was wrong with her? I hadn't done anything to her but she keeps on insulting me and sending me looks like I killed her family. First she goes and messes everything up and then insults me. Mike knew that I was about to explode and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Calm down, man." He said with an expression devoid of emotion. I nodded my head curtly. When I looked fully into his face, I knew that though his face was devoid of emotion, he wanted to laugh so badly. I could see it in his eyes. I looked around for the girl to give her a piece of my mind, a mind that she believed that I didn't have. She had left. I hissed. I was itching to get my hands around her neck.
I was so livid when I left the hall that I was shaking. Calm down, I ordered myself. It didn't work. I walked into the library and soaked up the tranquility. It helped to calm me down and I gave the librarian a smile as I passed her. I went to check out the book shelves and found one that was remotely interesting. I was absorbed in the book, which was better than it looked, when I noticed there was someone standing right over me. I looked up into the stormy golden eyes of Gabriel. He didn't look happy. In fact, he looked like he wanted to wring my neck. I had no idea that that was what he was thinking of doing.