Novel & Cerita Kyle Cartman Fight

I screamed, punching her relentlessly until I was hit on the side of the head and toppled off ‘Kiara’. I was so busy beating the crap out of ‘Kiara’ I completely forgot about the one rule Bryant made me memorize as if it was the ten commandments. Something I’ve never done during any fight before. Never turn your back on your opponent. Levy stood over me. Through the pain of my throbbing head, I didn’t think twice before sweeping his feet from under him and rolling out of the way. I didn’t check if he fell or not. I looked at Kiara and narrowed my eyes at her, “I’m not done with you,” I snarled at her. To my surprise, she smirked at me.

Suddenly, my headphones were yanked away from my head. “Sabrina, quit the bullshit. I'm not in the-” My words were caught off by the four boys standing in front of me. Jake, Owen, Kian and Erin stood above me, staring down at me which had been our favorite stance since junior year. Jake was the one holding my headphones. “Well, would you look at that? The little rat came back for senior year. You have some balls on you, Carter. I have to give you that.” I didn't want any trouble so I didn't say anything. I just hoped that my lunch won't end up being worn as a hat again. It was my last year in school and I just wanted peace.

He had studied me so perfectly. He noticed the shock on my face and winked at me. Then the fight started. Before I could turn to face Kyle, he had lunged at me with so much intensity. Luckily, I sidestepped, and the whole school cheered at my reflexes. He stood there already annoyed and threw a punch, which made me land flat on the ground. My cheeks burned as Kyle stood over me laughing. I couldn't stay down. Too much was at stake. But I was looking for an opening to strike Kyle once and for all. I noticed the confident look on Drent's face, like he knew no matter what Kyle threw at me, I was still going to get up and win.

"He won't kill you," Rosette muttered, trying to make her mouth work. "He may chain you up in Will's bedroom for a while." It was funny to her, but apparently not to Dee. She started to load her weapon. Kyle stood in the middle of the road about twenty-five yards away. His arms were folded across his chest. Apparently, he had gone to the fight prepared, because he was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and black cargo pants. He even had black boots on. Kyle looked commanding.