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2024-10-29 19:42:56I loved every second of calling Jessie a dick! It was amazing. He deserved it. I saw new girls every day crying over him, it seemed. I wasn't sure if it was something he said or something he did. I had seen him kissing a few girls, but he never really seemed into it. It was more like he was just following along with what was expected of him. He was hanging around his group of friends again but only for a small period each day. He spent the rest of his time alone.
After school, I drove home in my baby and walked upstairs into my room, and went straight to my closet. I looked through my dresses. Only having a few, it had taken me a minute to find an appropriate one.
I grabbed one of the black ones that went down to my knees. Come to think about it, Chris helped me pick this one out at the store when my mom decided that I needed to own some dresses for her stupid dinner parties.
I left my hair alone and grabbed my converse to put them back on. As I walked downst
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The tear phase had passed by Monday, and I was back in a deep depression. All feelings had left me, and I was back to being an empty shell. I walked through the door to second hour and sat in the back as usual. Jessie walked in and sat in his seat after making out with some random girl in the doorway. I had scanned her over, noticing that it was a different girl than yesterday. Ew. I slouched in my seat. No doubt, he was going to try and talk to me. There was nothing he could say and nothing I wanted him to say. There was no reason for me to be friendly with him now. Nothing had changed between us. Maybe that was a lie. He had been there during the most traumatic time in my life. He held me while I cried and followed me when I was running so I wouldn't be alone in my grief. Despite his chosen group of friends, his rotation of women, and the prank he pulled on me a few weeks ago… I had to say that I didn't hate him as much as I wanted to. He turned to
KNOCKOUT Twenty
His body fit every curve of mine perfectly. His face was inches away from me, and my eyes scanned over it in surprise. The smell of the peppermint gum he was chewing fanned over my face, and I refrained from taking in a deep breath. The pink of his lips looked softer than I imagined, and I was tempted to taste them. Wait! Julie, don't think like that this dick-lick. He does not deserve you to think about him that way. He opened his mouth to begin to talk, but then his eyes flicked down to my lips. I turned my head away from his just as it seemed he was getting closer. I noticed a couple of girls staring at us. Oh, great. That's going to start drama. I raised my knee to his groin at hit him gently. The gentle warning didn't seem to hurt him, but he did pull back, freeing me to make my escape. "And, now that you don't have my attention, we don't. By the way, you should never do that again. You don't want to ruin your rep. Right, playboy?" I smirked and
KNOCKOUT Twenty-One
The rest of the week went on as if Jessie and I had never even talked. He was being his usual man whore-ish self, and I was back to being the depressed nerd with anger problems. I started listening in class and bringing my grades up again so Chris and my dad wouldn't be disappointed in me. Going back and completing all of the old assignments reminded me just how much I hated school. Jessie and I don't talk in any of the classes we have together. He didn't even look at me if we passed in the hall. There was a rumor going around that I was his hump and dump from Monday. They're saying that we did it during 6th hour when I had my break down. How romantic… It's all bull shit! Everyone in this school was so full of shit! I walked down the hall to drop off my textbooks and grab my homework for the weekend. I walked up to my locker, but it was blocked. Jessica and her slowly healing face were making out with some tall guy with a backward baseball cap
KNOCKOUT Twenty-Two
At 3:00 pm, I decided that ice cream sounded amazing. It used to be a weekly event with Chris to get ice cream. I missed her. I grabbed my keys and was planning on going to the grocery store, but somehow I ended up at The Shack. I walked out of my car and headed in. Jessie wasn't there, but a majorly hot as hell guy was. He had short black hair and snake bites. He had green eyes and was about 6'3. His arms were so ripped I thought his shirt would break if he moved. You could see his abs through his shirt too. He looked up and saw me staring. I blushed. There was no way he was in high school. This man was a God, and it was just wrong to see him working at an Ice Cream store. "Sorry," I mumbled. He just grinned. I walked over to the counter to order. "Can I get a scoop of The Reese's Runaway?" I held out money, but he just ignored me. He smiled at me, pulled money out of his pocket, and placed it in the register. "Don't worry about it. I don't m
KNOCKOUT Twenty-Three
"I don't really know what to say to that." I looked down and took a small bite of my ice cream. He stood up and walked back to the counter. Was it because I didn't flirt back like all the other sluts from school? He walked behind the counter and got a scoop of ice cream for himself. He came back and threw out Alex's, to resume sitting with me while eating his ice cream. "Sorry, I really liked the way that ice cream looked." I fake gasped and hit his arm playfully. "Hey." I laughed. "What?" I raised my eyebrows. "Why did you hit me?" He looked hurt, and he held his arm. I laughed at how bad of an actor he was. "You are a really bad actor. Do you know that?" He dropped his other hand from his 'hurt' arm and laughed too. It was a genuine laugh, one I had only seen a glance of one before coming from his perfect lips. He looked so normal for a minute, instead of the man I knew from school, so I watched and soaked it all in. He didn't look l
KNOCKOUT Twenty-Four
Julie's P.O.V "Attention students. I have an announcement to make." The loudspeaker interrupted our Monday morning first hour. "We have decided to hold a little competition between our students. We will be holding a battle of the bands." The class erupted in cheers. The voice continued. "But! This time we will let individuals perform too. You don't have to have a band, but we do require that you use an instrument and sing." I let out a deep breath. I used to play guitar, but I put it away when my dad died. It just sits there in the back of my closet, collecting dust. My dad used to say that I was a natural, and I would be famous one day. Maybe I could pull it out just this once and play a song for Chris or my dad. I could do it in front of the school for them, and if I make a fool of myself, then I make a fool of myself. So, it's decided. I'm going to stand up in front of the school and sing a song for Chris and my dad. Just thinking about it
KNOCKOUT Twenty-Five
I saw some people around me look at me, but I just stared at the screen in shock as the audience got louder as they discussed the image. The music didn't play because Jessie started to speak. "First off, I would like to say to all you ladies who are going around saying me and you did 'stuff'. You're full of shit. I never went beyond making out with any of you. So, you guys can shut the hell up." He grabbed his guitar as I could hear girls start to whisper to their friends. He strapped up and the drums counted them off. Jessie started strumming and it was awesome. He leaned in to the microphone. I recognized the son instantly as Just the Girl by The Click Five. I was in shock, with my jaw on the floor. I was staring wide eyed at Jessie as sang, his eyes not leaving me for a second. My heart was pounding in my chest and by the heat in my face, I knew it was the most red it had ever been in my life. As he finished the song, he winked with a wide smile. T
KNOCKOUT Twenty-Six
"What you did was uncalled for, but I expect you of all people to understand that." The principal glared at me. "I don't care if she came at you first. She will be dealt with as well when she gets out of the nurse's office. Your language and actions were completely unacceptable. This behavior has gone on too long." "What's that supposed to mean?" I swear something crawled up my principal's but and died. She had always been on my side. Of course, that was before I started punching people. I might need to cool it on that a bit. "It means that you used to be this sweet girl. Now, I see you beating up people left and right." She said loudly. "What I choose to do is none of your business! Focus on being a principal and not my mom. I already have a shitting one of those at home. If you want to punish me as my principal, that's fine, but stop acting like we are friends." She flinched but stood up leaning over me. "Do you really think Christine would be proud of wha
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KNOCKOUT Epilogue
"Bye, Julie!" The ten-year-old screamed with laughter as she ran into her bedroom, slamming it behind her to prevent her older brother from getting to her with his can of silly string. A smile stretched across my face at the sight of my family celebrating Bri's birthday. It had been a relaxing day enjoying the barbeque and pool party with all of her friends and family. Ryan and Terry had been present, and while we were civil for the sake of Bri, we tended to avoid each other at these types of events. Ryan held a grudge against me for being such a troublemaker and reflecting negatively on their family name. Meanwhile, I held a grudge against them for trying to put me back into the foster system to find a new family after I was released from the hospital. I knew it would happen eventually, but that didn't make it hurt any less. They never made it that far. I had been able to petition for my independence and emancipation as I was only a few months from turning 18. Luckily for me, this
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Nine
I woke up as the door slammed open, and the lights came on, peaking in from the edges of my blindfold. I would have tilted my head back and looked over to see who walked in from under the fabric, but I still couldn't move."Please! Why are you doing this? Why can't you just kill me? Don't do this please! Don't do this to her!" Mark's voice would have been calming if it wasn't full of panic and fear.The sound of someone approaching was followed by the blindfold being ripped off my face. I could see three men pulling Mark into the room from the corner of my eye. I wanted to tell him I would be okay, but couldn't. He had to know that I was stronger than anything they threw at me."She had nothing to do with it! If you're going to kill me, just kill me! She wasn't even there! Please, I'm begging you! Don't touch her!" He was slammed down into a chair that another man dragged in behind them, and was quickly tied down to it.A hand wrapped around my ankle, but
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Eight
Julie's P.O.V.I took a deep breath to relax as I felt the SUV pull to a stop after at least half an hour of driving. I heard doors opening, and I tensed back up. Someone grabbed my legs while another pair of hands reached for my arms.I squirmed and struggled. They had pulled me halfway out of the car, and I started screaming. A cloth was shoved into my mouth, but I kept hitting and fighting with all I had. I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Not even thirty seconds later, my leg went numb, followed by my other leg, abdomen, and everything else as it worked its way up my body until I couldn't move or speak, but somehow felt everything.I collapsed onto the ground with a thump. My limp legs were lifted up off the ground, and I could feel my back and hands scrapping against the hot concrete as they pulled me to our destination. I heard the door open, and I was dragged once again.My back held a searing pain, and if I could, I would have screame
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Seven
As I made my way to the door of the classroom, my eyes eerily glanced to the parking lot on my right. This building was the closest to it, so I was worried. I picked up my speed a little bit when I heard footsteps quickly following behind me at a faster pace than my own.The logical side of my brain was telling me that someone was just late for class, but the panicked part of my brain told me to run. The footsteps grew louder as the person got closer, and I turned my walk into a brisk jog, my backpack bouncing as I did so. The door to my classroom was only four doors away, and it was open. I just had to make it a little further before breaking down and having my panic attack.The squealing of tires caught my attention and sent the hairs on the back of my neck standing straight off of my body. My breathing came out in small pants as I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.A large black SUV came into view and slammed on its breaks not more than 50 ya
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Six
I backed up towards the door. Unfortunately for me, we didn't keep the cleanest room, and I tripped over a pile of clothes landing right on my butt. When I looked up, Mark was smiling at me, the humor of me falling taking away from the seriousness of the situation…for him at least."Mark? W-what . . . what the fuck is going on?" I stammered as my throat closed up. He stood with the gun still in his hand and walked toward me. I started to shake. He stopped a few feet in front of me and looked down at me with his other hand outstretched in my direction, palm up.When I didn't take it, he narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Julie, I'm not going to hurt you. I would never, ever hurt you." He said as he crouched down next to me. "Why would you think that I would?" He sounded honestly hurt."You just pulled out a fucking g…" He placed his hand over my mouth."Julie, no one can know. Please, just let me explain. Plus, this gun isn't mine. This gun is
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Five
His Adam's apple bobbed harshly, and I met his stare as he scanned my face over as if judging how serious I was. Then, he nodded his head to the side and turned to resume walking. I moved with him, knowing that he needed a minute to collect himself. We made our way back to our dorm slowly, but he stopped me before we reached the front doors."I know what you mean. It was so hard…everything we went through, but we did it together. I don't think I'm ready to let you go yet, but I know I have to. I can't keep holding onto you and what we used to have, because that's gone now." He nudged the tip of his shoes against mine, and I looked down just as he pulled his foot back. "You do seem happy with him. I don't want to be in the way of that.""I really am." My voice was soft, as I didn't want anyone to overhear us.Jessie cleared his throat, and I fiddled with the hem of my shirt between my thumb and forefinger. He gave me a sad smile and let out a chuckle while
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Four
I flipped through the television, rather violently, much to Deidra's annoyance. After several minutes, she got to her feet, announcing that she was going to go visit her boyfriend (who I had yet to meet), and left me alone with my thoughts.Why would he stand me up?Was this payback for me not forgiving him sooner, or was it because of how poorly the conversation went last night?That petty, son of a bit…The sound of knocking broke me from my thoughts, and I turned off the baking show I had landed on.I got up slowly and walked over to the door. I swung it open."Hello?" I looked up, and I saw Jessie in a clean white t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans."Are you ready?" He asked with a big grin.I kept a straight face."I'm sorry I'm late. The headmaster called me into his office. I tried to get out sooner, but he just kept babbling." I smiled at him and nodded."It's okay. I'm ready. Let me just grab
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Three
I wanted to pull Mark to the side of the hallway and tell him everything involving Jessie from yesterday to today, but with the crowd around us trying to get to class, it didn't seem like the right time.Maybe, I should wait and tell him after I cleared the air with Jessie this evening and everything was settled. If he knew about my meeting with Jessie beforehand, I figured it would make him stressed and frustrated wondering what we were doing, and if I was being faithful, even though we weren't technically together. As far as I was concerned, Mark was mine whether we placed a title on it or not. If another woman tried to make a move on him, she would have to deal with me.The entire second period, I was flooded with guilt that I hadn't talked to Mark yet, that I couldn't even enjoy the feeling of his hand on my thigh throughout the class.I pretty much ran to World History for third period so I could talk to Chey and Deidra and not have to worry about Mark over
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Two
I burst through the door to my first hour at the last second with my backpack slung carelessly over my shoulder and my half-finished coffee in my hand."Nice of you to join us, Ms. Sanders." The teacher said with sarcasm.I just sent her an apologetic smile, and she nodded as I sat down in my seat."We're going to be studying the magical work of Romeo and Juliet for the quarter." The males groaned, but I had a huge grin on my face. I was still a nerd at heart. Plus, my old school had already covered this curriculum months ago."Two households, both alike in dignity,In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.From forth the fatal loins of these two foesA pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;Whose misadventured piteous overthrowsDo with their death bury their parents' strife.The fearful passage of their death-
