Piper's POV
I grabbed the over-sized Barbie by her greasy mop of bleached blonde hair.
My fist sunk into her bony stomach, coaxing a startled groan from her lips as I shoved it in further. My knee went up to her face as she bent over gasping for air.
James stood there, dazed, a faint, unconscious smile on his lips. It wasn't until Lacey and I were on top of each other slamming each other's heads into the cement floor that he snapped out of it. Next thing I knew, his hands were around my waist, prying me off of the other, more injured girl.
He squished my back to his chest, leaving me thrashing around in mid-air. Carlos and Kendall were the next to be broken from the catfight's spell, running over to get Lacey off the floor and restrained. Logan rushed over when my fist came dangerously close to hitting James.
Both of James's favorite girls to sleep with were squirming in Big Time Rush's grips, spitting blood and assorted curses at each other.
I could feel every slash her fake nails had left on me, but knew they couldn't compare to the havoc I had wreaked on her face.
"Listen up!" The director was fuming. "Security! I want Blondie banned from the set. Boys. Piper. My office. Now."
Carlos's POV
Piper, along with the rest of the studio, froze as the director screamed at us, legs and arms sprawled awkwardly in midair. Not trusting her to stay away from Lacey, James passed her off to me, never letting her feet touch the ground.
Knowing Piper just as well as he did, I realized how good of an idea that was.
Piper grumpily mumbled through her swollen lips that she knew how to walk. Ignoring her complaints, I swung her around. Giving her a piggy back ride was a lot easier than pulling her off a girl twice her size.
I set her down just outside of the office door, shackling her wrists with my hands. We knocked and entered, praying to just about every god we could think of in hopes that one of them would have mercy and let the earth swallow us whole. Anything was better than the wrath of a po'd director.