Chapter 25

  "Can we talk?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

     I turned my head back around in search for Christian, or anybody really. But only found Justin waiting patiently for my answer.

     I bit my lip and looked down at my feet, slowly inching away from him.

     "I don't think that would be a good idea Justin," I told him honestly, glancing back up at him.

     He looked sadden at my rejection, but I didn't care. I am not going to risk my life just because he wants to 'talk'. I'm not stupid!

     "I promise I won't hurt you, I just want to talk," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

     "Then you stay right there and talk, don't come any closer," I demanded, putting my hands behind my back and on the exit door handle.

     Just in case this little 'talk' didn't go as satisfying as he is expecting it to.

    Surprisenly he didn't argue or get mad at my command. Instead he just nods and stuffs his hands deeper in his pockets.

    Awkward...

    Out of the corner of my eye, I seen Bryce, coming around the corner and leaning up against the red brick wall. Crossing his arms over his chest as he kept an icy glare on Justin. Watching his every move, like a hungry predator about to pounce on his pray. My brows creased together.

    Man why is everyone acting so strange today?

     "I'm sorry," Justin says finally after a while.

     I look up at him to see that he was being completely sincere. But then again, he was being completely sincere all the other times he apologized for striking at me.

     I'm not bying it.

     "Ok," was all I could think of to say.

     He raised a brow at me, "Ok? Is that all you have to say?"

     "Uhm, thanks? I guess," I tried again, not really sure why he's already looking irritated.

     This causes him to shut his eyes and ball up a fist. I could see that jaw clinch in out of frustration, but I could also see Bryce scoot down the wall closer to us.

     "Why must you always be difficult Amy? I just said I was sorry, can't we forget about what happen an move on?" He asked, reopening his eyes back up and looking at me pleadingly.

     He's joking right?

     "No," I tell him gently.

     He quirks up another brow at me, "What did you say?"

    My eyebrows creased together, "I mean, what I ment to say was. Why would I go back to a guy who's not only physically abusive, but tares me down mentally to? Cause I gotta say Justin, for a boyfriend, you fucking suck."

     His eyes widened slightly, shocked that I'm confidently telling him how I really feel. It felt great, I felt so relieved that I even had the balls to say this to him.

     But as quickly as I seen the shock, I also caught a glimpse of the rage that he was trying so hard to conceal.

     "You can't be serious, I'm the best fucking boyfriend you've ever had!!" He hissed harshly.

     I rolled my eyes at him, "You were the only boyfriend I've ever had Justin. Which, I gotta tell ya, doesn't give my next boyfriend much to compete with."

     He stares down at me, astonished at my hurtful words. With his brown eyes twisting with rage and fuming at how I'm talking to him.

     His brown eyes lit up with fury, "You think you can just go and find someone else who'll treat your fat ass as good as I did!?"

     I laughed lightly and snorted, "Well if that was your best Justin. Then I sure hope I don't find someone like you."

     Man what is with my sass today? I swear, it's just slipping out of my mouth.

    But... I mean, it's not like I'm lying.

     He takes a step towards me, I instinctively took a step back from him. Only for my back to come in contact with the exit door.

     "You really think that we're over? We're not over until I say we're over," he hisses some more, stepping even closer to me.

     Don't show fear bitch, I repeat, don't show fear! Stand up to him!

     I glare up at him, "You're delusional Justin, we are done! We're over," I hissed back, standing up a little straighter.

     He comes to a stop in front of me. Scowling down at me, abhorrence was clear in his eyes.

     I gasped lightly as he grabs my elbow, roughly pulling me closer to him, "You think you're better than me uh? You think it was a regret beinging with me!?"

     I yank my elbow out of his hold, "No, I don't regret beinging with you, but sometimes I wished that you had never saved me from those bullies."

     "There's someone else that you're seeing, isn't there? It's Christian uh!? TELL ME YOU FUCKING WHORE!" He roars out, inching closer to my face with his.

     The palm of my hand came up and landed a firm smack to his cheek.

     "Do not talk to me like that! I am not going to repeat myself anymore Justin. There's no more us! We're over! What I do in my spare time is no concern of yours! Now leave me alone!" I yell at him, shoving at his boney chest.

     He looked beyond pissed as he stumbled back from my harsh shove. I see his fist ball up as he took a step closer to me. Ready to strike.

     "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Bryce warns, suddenly standing close at my side.

     Now how in the FUCK, did he get at my side so fast?!

     Justin looks between Bryce and I for a few seconds, "Are you fucking the whole god damn football team!?"

     I squint my eyes at him and balled up my fist, wanting so bad to hit him.

     "Are you jealous?" Bryce asked, you could clearly hear the mockery in his tone.

     I turn my head to Bryce and gave him a questionable look. What the fuck is he doing?

     Justin laughs a dry laugh, "Jealous? Why the fuck would I be jealous of used whore?" He spits out, glaring back at me.

     Anger rose in me. I take a step forward, ready to deck him when Bryce puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

     Bryce laughs, "I don't know man, Christian said after the first inch and a half she felt tighter than a virgin."

     Oh my god! It's like I'm not even here!?

     I don't know weather to be pissed off that they're talking about my vagina, or happy that Bryce is sticking up for me.

     Kinda...?

     By this time Justin goes to throw a punch at Bryce. But Bryce, being the athletic type of guy that he is, catches Justin fist with his easily. Bring his other fist up quick and connecting it to Justins nose.

     My eyes widened and I hear a cracking sound come from Justins face. Justin screams in pain as he tumbled to the ground, covering his now crooked bloody nose.

     But he didn't stop there. Bryce then wraps a large hand around Justins flimsy neck and lifted him up with ease.

     "Come on buddy," he said to him, slamming Justins back up against the brick wall.

     Blood was pouring out of Justins nose as he struggled against Bryce's tight hold.

     "Stay away from my Luna. If I catch you even glancing her way, you're dead," he growls out, leaning in close to his ear.

     I couldn't exactly hear what the fuck he was telling Justin, but whatever it was. Had Justins eyes going big with fear and terror as he turns to look at Bryces face.

     Bryce takes him off the brick wall and throws him to the ground. Justins lanky body scrambles away like he got shot in the ass with a lightening rod.

     Well that was odd?

     Normally Justin is not one to back down from a fight. I mean, I've seen him take on some guys a lot larger than Bryce.

     He always lost of course, but it never stopped him from taking on the challenge.

     "Are you ok?" Bryce asked.

     I turn my gaze to see his handsome face full of worry and concern for me.

     Like he didn't just kick my ex's ass. My eyes creased together.

     "Thank you, but you didn't have to involve yourself in my mess. Are you hurt?" I asked, rubbing my arms.

     His lips turned up into an adorable boyish smile, "Well thank you for your concern Lun- I mean Amy, but I'm alright. See, no harm done," he says holding up his massive size hands, and then flipping them from front to back.

     I examined his hands and found that he was completely untouched. No swelling or skin broken from hitting Justin.

     Mmm, strange.

     "What does Luna mean? I heard you call me Luna instead of Amy," I asked him after I was done looking at his hands.

     He smiles, "I think you must have miss heard me Amy. Are you sure he didn't hit your head? You must be tired, here, let me take you home."

     What? I know what I heard, he called me Luna. Why is he denying it?

     I give him a small smile and shrug my shoulders slightly, "Now that I think about it, I'm pretty tired. But you don't have to take me, I'll walk."

     He chuckles and wraps an arm around me, "Please, I insist. Plus, Chris will kill me if something else happens to you."

     I smiled and let him lead the way to his car, with the word Luna pondering on my mind. I wonder what that means, and why would he call me Luna instead of Amy?

     I have to find Christian, and wether he wanted to or not, he was going to give me some answer.