"Who the heck do you think you are?!" he shouted.
"Who the heck do I think I am?! Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are?!" I yelled back. "What did he do to deserve that?!"
He crossed his arms over his chest and replied, "He got in my way." And shrugged. My eyes widened into saucers.
" He got in your way? Are you serious?" My voice was lower than I thought possible. I was livid. "If you think you are cool enough to beat an innocent person to a pulp, and get away with it, oh sweet Jesus are you wrong. He is unconscious, yet you still had the audacity to keep going. You, Jett Stone, are a terrible and awful person who deserves what you just gave him." I finished.
He took a step closer to me and lowered his face to be level with mine. "And what is someone like you gonna do about at it, huh?" I took a step back and did the first thing that came to my mind. I slapped him. Hard. And then I turned around and walked to class. But not before I heard him yell.
"Ashton Becker, I am not done with you!"
What have I done?
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Meet Ashton Becker. She's a 17 year old girl in her senior year at Westwood High School. Her dad and her brother had died just two months prior and she's trying her best to get away from the grief. But when bad boy, Jett Stone, moves into the house next door, will they fall in love? Or will they hate each other more than ever?
