from public to private (x)

"Not bad," I said as I walked by to the fountain. "Unfortunately it's an illegal move in kickboxing."

I didn't bother looking at him. "I don't care." I said. I grabbed my water bottle and walked away.

"Also, anyone that knew how to fight would simply kick out your knee, fall backwards and have their elbow land I'm you're ribs whoch would very likely bruise or break them. You need to be more careful." I walked away and started stretching.

I rolled my eyes. "Good thing he didn't know how to fight then. I doubt you could do better." i smirked.

"I don't hit girls," I shruged.

"Puss.y" I said as i sat down and start to stretched. The guy had come back, but this time with friends. i looked up at them.

"You are what you eat," I stepped in front of her. "That's enough picking on the new girl, touch her and I'll break your elbows."

That comment made me blush. Because i hadn't ever been eaten out before. My let my hair down as he defended me. The guys seemed to know better then to tae on a fight with him it seemed.

"Good. Now don't ever let me catch you near her again. Amd you know I'll find out." I went back to stretching.

I looked at him "why did you do that for white trash?" i said curiously and mockingly.

"Because I can." I replied in a flat voice.

I frowned. "stupid..." i called myself. I let my guard down and embarrassed myself. I got up and walked away. He was just playing games with me that i wasn't into playing. I went over to a bag and punched it for the rest of the class.

My final class of the day was art. I showered and dressed and headed there. We were sculpting marble. I was sculpting a rose with drops of dew sitting on the petals. Very small. Very delicate. Extremely hard. I loved it.

I had english last. that class was easy. I just wrote poetry. Once school was out i started to head to the bus stop. my home was an hour bus ride home plus i had to wait an hour for the bus to even get here... great. Once i got to the bus stop i took out my book again.

I hopped in my '67 Shelby GT500 and revved her up. I tore out the parking lot and noticed the new girl standing at the bus stop. I pulled up beside her. "Get in."

I looked at his car. it was orgasmic to hear that thing be revved. "you don't want to get trash in your car." i said looking at my book still.

"Get in," I repeated.

I sighed. He wasn't going to give up. I could tell. I put my backpack in the back and then got in the front next to him. "Thanks.."

"Where do you live?" I asked while turning the radio on.

I blushed a bit. "West end ..." It was the poorest most dangerous part of town. "I don't think you'll wanna take me. It will ruin your car..." i said. I was honestly concerned about his car. It was a nice car. I would do someone just to get in a race with this car.... I grabbed my backpack. Maybe I should just wait for the bus. i said starting to unbuckle myself.

I threw her the keys. "There's $100,000 in the trunk. It can't be stolen. Anyone that tries will be shocked and paralyzed. The money should keep you fed for awhile. The car's yours. I'll take the bus." I got out.

I threw him back the keys. "Thank you but no." i said. "Even if it can't be stolen by morning it would look like me. Trash." I said. I walked away.

"The insurance will cover it, and when the alarm's on anyone that touches it will be shocked very badly. It will be fine." I took her hand and gave her the keys then started jogging home before she could argue.

I looked at him. He didn't get that the car would get shot...

"Oh, and it's bulletproof," I called behind me. "And the tires will go another 200 miles if popped because of the gel. I pay the insurance, and you'll get any parts, tires, etceterra for free."