Jess - I Don't Give a Damn 'Bout my Bad ReputationMature

  The next day I woke up in bed and sat up instantly. My heart was pounding and my breathing was ragged. I looked over to the bed on the other side of the room, but it was vacant - the covers pulled up neatly and the pillows arranged. I calmed down a little.

After taking a quick shower, and pulling my hair into two braids that ended at my shoulders, I grabbed my breakfast ticket, putting my wallet into my back pocket, and then headed down to the hotel restaurant for some food. Everyone was already there, and one of the chaperones gave me an unpleasant look as I entered the room.

I sat by myself on purpose, not wanting to talk to anyone. I wasn't a morning person, either. And I didn't feel hungry at the moment at all. I did have this feeling of sickness in my stomach, though. Like a bouncy ball ricocheting around in my belly. It was unpleasant.

I got up to get another cup of tea, when I felt the slightest brush on my behind. My heart gave a painful thud, and I turned very quickly to see what it was. A boy, maybe sixteen, was walking away quickly. By that time my panic had turned to anger. That kid had just swiped my wallet out of my pocket.

I abandoned my cup of hot water and took off after the boy. I jumped, and rugby tackled the kid, who let out a pitiful screech as we both hit the floor. I then grabbed at the back of his head, taking a fist full of his hair and punched him as hard as I could in the shoulder. She let out a yell of pain and started to fight back.

I hardly, noticed, but by that time everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. The kid might have only been 16, but he was much taller and stranger than I was. I somehow turned the flight around and got on top of me. That was when I started to panic again.

He raised his fist and I tried not to scream when he punched me right in the mouth. He drew back again the got me right in the eye. I raised my hands to block his punches, but then someone pulled him off me. It was a man dressed in a security uniform. He barked something in Italian at the boy and dragged him out of the restaurant. Someone was by my side whispering to me in frantic English. I snatched my wallet, which was lying on the floor like everything was okay, and got to my feet.

With one hand clamped over my eyes I looked around at the people who had gathered to watch my little spectacle. Aiden was amongst them, looking worried. Other people I vaguely recognized stared at me in different expressions.

That girl... Bambi. She led me to the bathroom to make sure I was okay.

"Well that was..." she trailed off as she watched me in the mirror. I spat blood into the sink and examined my teeth. She kid hadn't done anything serious, other than my eyes was already starting to become a dazzling shiner.

"Well," I said as I straightened up and fixed my braids. I looked at her reflection, she at mine. "That's not something you see or do every day."     

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