Lydia’s P.O.V
“Did I just hear you say ‘touch my bike and you’re dead’?” The boy with the short hair and gorgeous eyes spoke like I’d just cracked a joke. I shouldn’t exactly be calling him a boy but he wasn’t a man either. It was that awkward state where he was too rugged to be a boy and still had those soft touches to be a man.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw a crowd forming around us and most of the faces showed open concern and some, which I’m guessing were the new students like me, showed open curiosity. And then someone whispered into the newbie’s ears and their look just turned into horror. Shrugging, I held my ground and locked my eyes to brilliant sea green ones.
“Did I stutter?” I asked him instead.
Something dark crossed over his face and he walked over to stand in front of me, almost invading my personal space. He was tall, over six feet, but I was used to craning my neck to speak to my brothers all the time so it was hardly a challenge. But my temper spiked when he had the audacity to place his index finger under my chin and lift it up with a jerk so he could look down at my face.
For a second, my vision turned blank before his face came into hazy focus. But I didn’t let my expression change because I was used to these sudden blank spots in my vision and by now, I’d gotten better at recovering from them.
“Listen here, little girly,” the boy spoke harshly. “If you don’t want your jaw handed to you in a silver platter, you’d remove that dangly bike from my parking spot or take it back home in p-OW! What the fuck, you little bitch!”
Everyone in the crowd gasped as the boy stepped back a few feet, cradling his thumb in his other hand. He looked at his bent finger in awe and I was surprised at how good he was at masking his pain. It was a good thing that my brother was a physiotherapist and he had taught me how to dislocate certain bones with ease. The little biker boy had made a grave mistake when he had placed his hands on me.
“I don’t like people touching me without my consent.” I told him now and stepped towards him. I was much shorter than him but a girl had other ways of being intimidating. “So the next time you try anything funny, remember that I can give you more than a dislocated thumb.”
With that, I took his hand in mine and cracked the bones back into place with a satisfying ‘pop’ and a hiss of clenched teeth, so that his thumb was good and working. “Put some ice on it and you’ll be as good as new. And stay the hell away from my bike if you don’t want your shoulders dislocated next.” With that said, I turned and headed back to the college building, the stunned crowd parting way to get away from me in fear.
I’d hardly crossed the circle that that formed around me when I heard laughter, hard and rough, from behind me. I turned to find the same boy smirking at me as he strode towards me. Mentally, I prepared myself for a fight, knowing full well that I couldn’t possibly take on the 200 pound giant on my own if he decided to make mincemeat out of me. The only reason I was able to dislocate his thumb was because he had been standing very close to me and he had been distracted. And also my brother had taught me to take people by surprise and make my point clear in the first round. It was obvious that Mr. Monstrous over here wasn’t the least bit intimidated by me.
But what made me stand my ground even at a time like this was the fact that the guy was a bully and I’d seen firsthand what happens when bullies are left to run wild and free for too long. But what surprised me was that he didn’t come as close or put his hands on me this time like he had a few minutes ago. Instead, he just looked down on me with those beautiful gemstone green eyes and smirked.
“You got some moves, kitty cat.” He smirked. “I’ll have fun breaking you.”
With that, he just walked past me like nothing had happened and the crowd dispersed immediately.
It didn’t take me long to figure out why the guy was feared by everyone at this college. Apparently, his name was David Lyric Donovan but everyone just calls him Lyric. He’s the school’s quintessential bad boy with all the reputation that comes along with it. No, he didn’t wear leather jackets and trousers but he had a reputation for getting into ugly fights and didn’t care if he had to go to jail a few times because he took a fight too far. All in all, he seemed to be the perfect bully.
All throughout the day, I’d been congratulated by several people in different classes for escaping a near-death experience and warned to never be that stupid as to cross paths with Lyric ever again. Surprisingly, he didn’t just have a group of people who feared him but he also had an ever growing fan-club as well. With Lyric, fights were very common, almost a regular phenomenon, so much so that even the college authorities had stopped interfering in them. And one of the main reasons for that was the fact that his parents were very wealthy and paid a huge sum to the trustee board to mind their own business.
Which is why, at the end of the day, when I went to collect my bike from the parking so I could head home, I wasn’t at all surprised to hear the shouts of several people yelling ‘fight, fight’ as they formed a circle right in the middle of the basketball court. I already knew what I’d find when I stepped into that circle but I did so anyway, unable to explain to myself why I was interested in Lyric in the first place. I knew that in my condition, the doctors had strictly forbidden me to do anything too exciting or something that could end up hurting me, but me being the stubborn person that I am, I couldn’t help but join the crown and watch as Lyric pounded a man twice his size into a bloody pulp.
Thankfully, before I could interfere, a school staff came running over and an ambulance siren could be heard not long after. The crowd immediately quieted and began to slip away one by one from the area until the only people left were some of the school staff, the wounded man, Lyric, the paramedics and me.
The paramedics hauled Lyric off of the man and immediately put him on the stretcher and went off with him to the hospital. I couldn’t hear what the school staff told Lyric but they didn’t seem very happy with the fight. Soon, the courtyard was clear of almost all people except for the two of us. I was leaning against the back wall and watching Lyric pant as he wiped his bloody hands on his trousers. But then suddenly, he turned his gaze to me and I realized immediately that he had known all along that I’d been watching him.
“Enjoying the show, Miss Lydia McKenzie?” He asked menacingly. Clearly, he’d done his own share of research just like I’d done mine.
How far that research went however, was yet unknown to me. But I had a feeling, we were about to get into another little fight and it might not end in my favor.
Lydia’s P.O.V“Now you know,” he said smugly, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Now you know just how strong I am. Now you know why everyone stays the fuck away from me, why everyone fears me. Now you know, just why you are not supposed to mess with me.”“I do,” I said, my voice completely emotionless as I saw his signature smirk forming. “Now I know exactly how big of a jerk you truly are.” I was looking him dead in the eyes and I saw them harden and fill with anger, his smirk vanishing as he took a step towards me threateningly.“Come again?” His voice dripped venom as he continued his advance towards me, hands clenched by his side.“I know I didn’t stutter but because of your poor hearing abilities I’ll repeat what I just said. I said, ‘now I know how big of a jerk you really are’,” I told him, my voice was still emotionless as h
Lyric’s P.O.V:“Damnit!” I gritted out as my legs gave out from under me.Tonight’s match hadn’t gone well at all. Some 300 pound freak had the opportunity to beat the shit out of me while Derek just sat there and watched. And after I was beaten to a bloody pulp, the only comment he had for me was, ‘go home and patch up, you’re on again tomorrow’. Just fucking perfect! What a great brother I had.I hissed out a painful breath. I was pretty sure my ribs were cracked, broken probably, because this hurts like a bitch. I looked around the place with half closed eyes, I was so damn tired. To my relief, I was close to home. Just about a block or so away…if I could just make it there. Stupid of me to abandon my bike but Derek had been right when he’d said that I could easily kill myself if I rode my bike
Lyric’s P.O.VI woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a thin ray of bright light falling onto my face.What the hell? Who opened the windows this early in the morning? The servants know I hate to wake up like this! Angrily, I brought my hand up to cover my face and winced as a sharp pain pierced through my chest.“What the-?” I jerked awake at the pain and found myself in completely unfamiliar surroundings. “What the hell?”I sat up on the couch that was hardly big enough to fit all of me in it and looked around at the tiny apartment I was currently in. My head felt heavy and as I wiped at my eyes to chase away the last few vestiges of sleep, memories from last night came to my mind as the fog cleared.I was in Lydia’s apartment. And she had seen me at my weakest last night when I’d been beaten up during the match. Damnit! The only reason I’d lost the match in the first place had
Lyric’s P.O.VThe stadium was packed tonight.That’s the first thing I noticed as soon as I arrived at the abandoned warehouse at the outskirts of Rosewater that had been turned into a hotspot for all kinds of illegal trade. From drugs to alcohol to gambling and illegal fight clubs, anything you ask for, this warehouse provides it all. But the most famous activity had to be the fights that occurred three days a week.The dates were chosen randomly and they could be one right after the other or they could occur at intervals. This week the dates chosen had been Monday, Tuesday and Friday. The rotation usually kept the cops off our tail, but it’s not like anyone was going to rattle us out. If I wasn’t mistaken, some cops were regular members of the fight club as well and they even took part in any other forms of debauchery that the warehouse had to offer. Usually, everything was free for the cops so they don’t rattle u
Lyric’s P.O.V“Hey,” I leaned back from the doorjamb. “Patch me up?”She made a very tiny movement in her face and crinkled her eyebrows at me. “Why?”“Because I’m injured,” I pointed towards my knuckles and towards my busted lip. “And I don’t know how to patch up a slit lip.”“And I was the only one that came to your mind?” She crossed her hands over her chest, pushing up her breasts further. She wasn’t all big and rounded, but I could tell that she’d be a handful. Perfect for my hands.I smirked. “You intrigue me, Lydia McKenzie.” I told her as I entered her apartment uninvited. “And I hate to say it but not a lot of things intrigue me nowadays.”I brushed past her and made my way over to the couch I’d slept on last night and plopped down onto it. I noticed a bunch of different books spread ou
Lydia’s P.O.VThat was a close call, a really close call. That’s what I thought to myself as I closed and locked the door after Lyric had departed…for the night.Something told me, this wasn’t going to be the last time he’s shown up at my door uninvited. And that same something told me that he wasn’t going to give up on digging up my past this easily either. He’s like one of those hound dogs who’s gotten a scent and won’t rest until the source of that scent has been detected.It’s not like my past is a huge secret. Almost the whole of Kansas knows about it, knows who I am. And that had been one of the main reasons I had to get away from home. Some stories never get too old apparently and people always believe what they want to believe.There are several versions of my story floating around my home town and each day there would be another new invention. And then I’d once ag
Lyric’s P.O.V“Crimes in schools?” I asked my classmate, George as he vigorously nodded his head.“Yes.” George said nervously. “That’s what all of us got. The Professor said to be creative and think outside the box.”In preparation for the match and healing my wounds, I had missed out on school and thus, I’d failed to get my assignment for the month. Thankfully, little nerdy boy George was my backup plan and he was always scared shitless of me to ever complain about anything I asked him to do.And honestly, that’s all I did, just ask him if he could pick up my assignment for me. I’d never threatened or touched him in my entire life but I guess my reputation precedes me here as well. But it was a blessing in disguise if I ever missed school because I was too beat up after a match to go through all the hustle of collecting my assignments from the Professors themselves becaus
Lyric’s P.O.VThe first thing I did as soon as I got out of the library was to go in search of Lydia. It wasn’t all that difficult to spot her; she was talking to one of the psychology professors outside of her classroom when I spotted her. So I waited for her chat to be over and the professor to leave before I came up behind her and took her hand.“What the-you!” She looked at me with accusing eyes. “What do you want?”“Look, we can do this the easy way, where you come with me peacefully so we can talk,” I told her calmly. “Or I can just be a caveman and throw you over my shoulders and carry you out of the school building. The choice is yours.”“Fine.” She gritted out. “Lead the way.”“Good girl.” I told her with a smile and without letting go of her arm, started pulling her in the direction of one of the labs that I knew would be empty