I didn’t get out of detention till after nine for hitting Dash. It sucked, but honestly it was worth it and I expected a worse punishment. I walked out into the parking lot, it was dark and empty. Except for…Dash’s car was still there. I stared in panic as Emmett, Dash, and two other hot shots got out of the car and walked toward me. I looked behind me and three other droogs of Emmett’s surrounded me slowly. I stood my ground.
“So I hear you liplocked with my girl.” Emmett said.
“She’s not your gir—”
Emmett threw his fist across my mouth and I almost dropped to the ground. He kneed me in the stomach and held my jacket and hit me again. Blood dripped from my lip.
“She’s not your puppet Emmett. You can’t run her life.”
I said, then spit a glob of blood from my mouth.
“Well then,” Emmett taunted “I guess you’ll have to do for now.” He hit me across the face. I got one punch in on one of Emmett’s droogs before all of them surrounded me, hit me to the ground, and took turns kicking my curled-up body.