Chapter Twenty

Addison POV

We were hidden behind the bletchers. Nobody could see us. It was a favourite make out spot for couples for that very reason.

We were the only ones there-considering it was sixth period. My free period and Logan was skipping his World History class. I could hear the shouts of people playing tennis at the nearby courts.

We were deep in a kiss when his hand, placed on my waist tightened into an iron grip. It was so painful I stopped kissing him and pulled away.

He slapped me so quick, I was stunned. I could already feel my cheek smarting with the redness.

He pulled me back roughly into another kiss.

I struggled in his embrace and pushed him away again. I did not want to do this. I was tired.

I wanted to be happy, free. Not scared of doing something wrong.

His confused expression lasted for a second before changing into anger.

"AJ. Stop it. We're making out. Why do you keep pulling away?" "I don't want to, ok. You hurt me with your grip and I have school work to do."

"Well I want to make out and you're my girlfriend. You do as I say. I'm missing a class to spend time with you."

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" His voice took on a menacing tone. "AJ, I'm warning you. If you don't kiss me now, I swear I'll spank you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."

"I don't care, Logan. God, I hate this relationship!" I screamed, anger making me reckless. He hissed, beyond anger "You're mine. I'm the one who decides what you do. And this relationship is far from over."

I turned away, wanting to leave but he grabbed my arm. "Where do you think you're going? You belong to me."

I was terrified. But I was confused. Where was my confidence coming from? I was angry, angrier than I had ever been before. I stood my ground.

I turned to face him. He pushed me to the ground, my hip hurting from the ground. He leant down, malice in his eyes. "Why, I think someone has forgotten her position. How dare you step out of line. I'll show you what happens to-"

Suddenly Logan disappeared from in front of me and landed near the back of the bletchers.

Demetri was there, looking at me with concern. He asked if I was okay. I nodded.

I heard Logan yell "Demetri, what do you think you are doing?" He was starting to stand up, shaking his head dazedly. I realised Demetri must have pushed him.

Demetri turned to face Logan and with what sounded like a growl he got into an intimidating stance.

In a voice full of menace and venom, that made me shiver in fear he muttered " You know Logan I thought jocks like yourself had a stereotype that wasn't true. You know- stupid, bullish boys who can get any girl they want, rule the school, getting nerds to do their homework and get sport scholarships to college regardess of grades. But what I have discovered in your case- it's true. Your character is so underdeveloped, a kindergartener is cleverer than you. "

At that Logan was on his feet, looking outraged. He began to advance on Demetri, letting out a torrent of angry, extremely crude words.

As Logan reached Demetri, swinging his arm at his face, Demetri neatly sidestepped and threw a right hook at Logan's jaw. It connected and Logan stumbled.

"I'm shocked Logan. A gentleman doesn't use such crude language in front of a woman."

Logan growled. "She's mine. I can do whatever I want to in front of her."

"She's not a possession. She's a human being. She's has wants, needs. You are not entitled to give her commands."

Logan was extremely angry. He began to clench his fists in preparation of fighting. He approached Demetri and began swinging his arms, Demetri blocking his hits.

I was surprised- I thought it would hurt but Demetri seemed to deflect each hit like it was just an annoying fly.

"You know Logan, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you forcing Addison to kiss you. A proper gentleman doesn't force his company on anyone, especially a woman. There's a word called No. Learn what it means. It may just keep you out of trouble."

"Why, you- *beeping* bastard. Sticking your nose in business that does not concern you." Logan began to fight dirty and Demetri was forced to fight. Logan soon had a bloody nose and possibly bruises. Demetri had no marks at all.

A crowd had formed, watching. I realised the bell had rang and it was a gym period. I stood up, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

"It is my business. She's my friend. I know what you do." Logan looked puzzled. "How is she your friend- she has never spoken to you apart from the first day." "My brother has been tutoring her. We've got to know her."

At that Logan looked at me, anger showing. "I'll deal with you later, AJ. You're in big trouble."

"You won't dare Logan. You've hurt her for too long. You will never hurt her again. I'll make sure of that."

Everyone started whispering, wondering what he meant. I ignored them.

Demetri's punch landed in Logan's stomach and Logan went sprawling onto the ground. He breathed hard, trying to get his breath back.

I suddenly heard a shrill whistle and Miss Kelly came through the crowd. "What is happening here?" Her eyes landed on the scene and she gasped. "You two, stop this right now. You're in big trouble."

Miss Kelly was a sensitive person, hating fights and boys generally startling her so commanded students to go and get other teachers.

Soon enough there were several male teachers coming to deal with the problem.

Miss Kelly told the other students to go to class. She spotted me standing there and asked me where I was supposed to be.

Later

The rumours were getting annoying. They wanted to know what Demetri had meant.

I just kept quiet. I did not want to say something and then regret it later.

But this changed when I had gym as the last period of the day.

Everyone was asking me. What did he mean? What had Logan done? Was I hurt?

It was like the questions kept being asked, swirling around me, repeating on a loop.

I ground out. "You want to know the truth. I'll show you the truth." I pulled my top up, revealing all the bruises that were on my stomach.

Everyone gasped.

Poppy was the first. "Did-did Logan do that? Why?" "Just did."

Erica come and hugged me. "Oh, AJ. I'm so sorry." Her voice was full of sympathy, pity.

I hated that tone. "Whatever."

At that, I grabbed my bag and left the changing room, slamming the door behind me.

I went to my car, leaving school.

I did not want their pity. They hadn't noticed anything was wrong. After all that time. And suddenly they cared.

AN: I'm not good at writing fights but I'm happy with this one. In the next two or so chapters Volterra will be the new setting.