“If you lay a finger on him, I’ll punch your teeth in.”
Taylor could only smile because he recognized the voice. He had closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact of the slap and when he opened his eyes, he saw Emily, his best friend, still holding on to May’s hand. He was surprised she was here; she was not supposed to be in school today, something about her having the flu, which he could see was a lie, but he was glad nonetheless. He would not have liked to know how hard May slapped because she had always threatened him with it. He preferred it remained the legend it always had been.
“Let go of me, Emily. You’re hurting me.” May managed to say through gritted teeth as she tried to wrestle her hand out of the grasp.
Emily released her hand and allowed May to walk away, not taking her eyes off her. She turned to face Taylor once May had gone far enough and smiled.
“Thanks but I did not need you to do that.” Taylor still wore a smile on his face that was met with a slap.
There were collective gasps in the classroom. The crowd must have reconvened but they were not as much as before.
“Wipe that grin off your face because I only stopped her so I would be the one to slap some sense into you.” Emily turned and started walking away. “Meet me outside, we need to talk.”
Taylor was speechless. If there was anything he hated more than being slapped, it was being slapped in front of an audience and he knew Emily knew that, which made it hurt even more. He gave the death stare to one of the girls in the class that was laughing and stayed that way till she stopped laughing. He showed her his middle finger and went after Emily.
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