I hope this chapter satisfies anyone's need for Montana's ass to be kicked!
babygurl33:
I'm sure your right, it's kind of obvious as to what she sees, at
least I think it is.
ZiggyGurl:
Lol, I'm glad I made you happy!
Miru
Amai: Hope your prediction was right!
Banana4422:
Aren't cliffies mean? Mwuahahahahahackhackhack ( me trying to
laugh evilly but ending up coughing)
Just
Playin: I don't spring break for another week! Lucky!
Dreamer
for lyf: Lol! Your right, cause your psychic!
blackmagic111090:
Well for school my grammar's perfect and my spelling, and all that
other shiznit!
Now onto the ass-kickin' fun!
Chapter 14: FIGHT! FIGHT!
Montana pulled away from her and Dally's passionate kiss first. "Hey Stephie!" she said sweetly.
I stared at her, my hands balling into fists.
"Uh, it's not what it looks like," Dally tried to explain.
My teeth clenched, my fists tightened, and the next thing I new I had pounced on Montana.
We rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Dally jumped up out of the way.
"I hate you! I hate you!" I screamed and pounded my fist into her face. She pushed me off and stood, as I did the same.
"Steph, why don't you just calm down?"
"Calm down? You want me to calm down Montana? I can't calm down!" I rammed my shoulder into her and hit her up against the wall.
She cursed, "What the hell did I do?"
"What did you do! You were only kissing my boyfriend! You have to steal everything from me! My friends, my band, my boyfriends! Even Chachi!"
"What does Chachi have to do with anything?" she scratched me, and it stung badly.
Dally was trying to break us up, with no success. He ran out of the house, probably to go get help.
"Because of you," I began as she knocked me against the night stand, and the lamp fell, "he's in jail. Because you begged him to help out your stupid boyfriend!"
"My "stupid boyfriend" was Dally!" she scratched me again. I grabbed her head and banged it into the wall.
"Shut the hell up!" I banged her head a few more times. I tastes warm liquid drip into my mouth. She had split my lip and it was bleeding now.
We started screaming and scratching, wailing our hands around, pushing each other up against everything and pounding on each other's faces.
"Shit! Break it up!" Belle jumped on top of me out of nowhere, and Amanda pushed Montana away.
"Montana I think you should leave," Sage through Montana's duffle bag at her.
She started her fake crying act, then sniffed and pretended to be so hurt and the victim. "I'm sorry I make your life so miserable Stephie," she walked out the door. I know she'll be back.
"What the hell were you doing!" Amanda looked at me.
"I'm sorry but the bitch made me snap!"
"Yeah by doing what?" she asked again.
I looked over at Dally, who had been standing in the doorway. I glared at him. Steve, Soda, and Johnny had run over with the girls to see what was going on.
"Tell them Dallas. Or was I just taking it the wrong way?" I looked at him sarcastically. I felt my lip and looked at the red liquid on my fingers.
"I don't have to explain shit."
"Oh your such a tough guy Dally. A real mean asshole," I grabbed my coat and walked out the door.
AMANDA'S POV
I've never in the six years of knowing Stephanie, seen her fight someone. And I've never seen her so angry, or walk out of a house.
I took my sneaker off and started hitting Dallas in the arm with it.
"What did you do?" I yelled at him while hitting.
He grabbed the sneaker and threw it on the floor. "Nothin', just kissed Montana."
"You call that nothing!" Sage took her shoe off and started hitting him.
"What is it with you girls and your shoes?" he tried to grab Sage's shoe too, but she pulled it away quickly.
"You better go find her Dallas!"
"Maybe we should let her cool off and then look for tomorrow, if she doesn't come back," Belle reasoned.
"Fine." I said, and then pushed Dally out of the house. "And don't come back until you find her!" I yelled to him.
"Now there's just one more thing we got to do," Sage put her shoe back on.
"What's that?" Belle and I asked together.
"Find Montana, and then kill her."
STEPHANIE'S POV
At the time walking out seemed like a good idea. But now that I'm lost in the middle of greaser territory I'm not so sure.
My lip stopped bleeding so much. I stole a napkin from a McDonald's, and had pressed it up against the wound.
I guess when I walked out I was kind of hoping someone, Dallas namely, would come after me. But I guess he's to tough. I'd go back, if I knew how to.
Well what'd you think? First time I ever wrote a fight scene, how was it? Stupid? Good? Weird? Confusing? Tell me your thoughts!
