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Corey is an asshole, yet he had never touched Jenna. His antics were still shitty, but he drew a line on what he would and wouldn’t do to her.
    “I saw him harassing some girl in the hall on my way back from class.” Blondie isn’t just some girl, but she isn’t anything to me either. “He had her on the ground on her knees as she was picking up her shit off the floor.  When I approached them, he kind of locked up. Then, once she finally got all her stuff together and stood up, he pushed her to leave.”
    Landon’s face forms into disgust as I relive the situation. There is no fucking around: this Sam guy is a bully.
    “Yeah, he’s an asshole. I went to high school with him. Who was the chick?” he asks curiously. I’m afraid to say her name; I have just recently found out what it is and instead of calling her by it, I just call her Blondie. Its fit her better.
    “Kennedy Chap,” I reply, voiding her name of all emotion from my mind. I have known the girl all of two seconds, and she’s already wreaking havoc on me. Yeah, we’ve watched each other from afar, but today is the first time I have ever talked to her. She and Mimi are kind of friends, and I was told not to go there more than once.
    A look of shock crosses Landon’s face and then is gone. “Wow, doesn’t surprise me. He used to have a thing for her, and then one day he changed. They went to a party, and he kind of just left without her and has hated her ever since.  The way he obsessed over her and the fact that he still can’t leave her alone are sickening.
    Yeah, his creepy obsession is more than sick. It has me wanting to crunch his bones into little pieces and sprinkle them on top of cupcakes and present them to Blondie.              
    “So, he’s always done that to her… I mean, put his hands on her?” I ask, afraid of the answer I will receive. I must have a thing for the damaged, bullied girls. Then again, they say those who share a similar past are always pulled together to fill the voids that they never had anything to fill with in life and fuck if I don’t want to fill Blondie’s voids. My mind slowly drifts back to a night not too long ago, could have been a couple months ago or so, when I saved a girl’s life. She reminded me of Kennedy, but I knew that couldn’t be. She wouldn’t have ever been seen in a place like that. Landon’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
    “What you saw, man, was nice; I’ve seen him do meaner shit. No one sticks up to him because, well, there usually isn’t a reason to. If you’re not his equal and don’t agree with him, he finds a way to make your life hell. Therefore, you turn the other cheek and let it be. Nothing you can do but protect yourself.”
    Looking at Landon, I wouldn’t have ever expected those words to come out of his mouth. He’s a big guy like me, broad shoulders and muscles everywhere. He doesn’t look like the type of guy to take someone’s shit.
    “Well, I didn’t turn the other cheek, so I’m assuming a shit storm is in the making for me,” I say laughing. It’s not really funny, but the fact that someone would get crap for sticking up for a helpless girl is just crazy funny to me.
    “Probably, although I’m pretty sure you can hold your own, man.” I nod, rubbing at the scruff on my face. That, I could. We Winchester boys know how to fight, not that we ever like to. I, of all people, know how to fight. Dad would beat on me the most, telling me what a worthless piece of shit I was. Eventually, his moves instilled in my brain, and I learned how to hit him where it counted. He learned really fast that I wasn’t to be fucked with.
    My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out, looking at the screen intently. It’s Corey, and he wants to go out for wings at Toxic. Great, the one place Chelsea, a clingy, easy lay, will probably be, not that he has any interest in her. Hell, most of the time I don’t even have an interest in her - just when