Of course not

We walked out of the house and surrounded the building, reaching the front yard and going out to the street. Just when we were crossing the sidewalk, Chris shouted for me and he was not about to apologize.

“Hey, you!” I heard.

“Oh, shit.” I said.

I wasn’t going to run from a bully, but this dude was being powered up with the rage of a cheated on guy. I was at freaking college, for God sakes! This wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. I found my balls in my back pocket and relied my courage on my four years of built muscles to turn to face him. But this time, he was followed by two other guys. The blond girl reached me and stood by my side, facing him. Great! That would be a fair fight if I’d got a bat with me, though.

“Not so king of the party anymore, dude? Come on, where's your beautiful crown?” He crossed his arms in front of his muscular body. The three top buttons open on his salmon shirt gave a pretty good view of his upper and inner chest.

Lana tried to push him back, but she was an ant trying to move a truck. She wasn’t going to help me at all.

“Chris, let it go! You are the one that should be apologizing to me.”

“Shut up! Shut up!” He exploded at her again. I felt bad for her, this guy was a fucking jerk. He turned at me even more pissed than he was before. “Hold him.”

The two guys behind him pushed Matthew out of the way and went behind me. I tried my best to protest and fight to escape their attempt to hold me in place. Even as strong as I was, I lacked fighting skills and I knew I couldn't confront two huge guys at once.

“Wait! Wait! Can't we talk this out? That's not a fair fight, dude.” I tried to keep my voice straight.

“Wasn't you expelled from the frat because of this same behavior, Chris?” Matthew tried to argue with him.

“Shut up, little one.”

With no warning at all, he threw three quick punches at my stomach and I felt my abs instantly hurting. I felt shortness of breath and almost fell if it weren't for his gang holding me up. Matthew was scared enough to do something as he was all alone watching the situation.

“Chirs, stop! Bloody hell! Somebody help!” I heard Lana shouting. She and Matthew went out of my sight and ran back to the house. Chris continued punching my guts a couple of times until I felt sick. I couldn't even gather some breath to swear at him back.

“That's a handsome face right there, big guy. Let's change that.” I closed my eyes, waiting for his knuckles on my face and they came. He took a swing on my left cheek and my head started spinning again.

The world was moving at a slow pace at that moment. I **** my eyes open, feeling the blood inside my mouth and faced my attacker. The grin on his face reminded me that he was the one I saw running up the square earlier, but I felt a familiar sensation of being around him again. What is it about this guy that I can’t ever **** my body to defend myself from him?

I seized the opportunity to escape the hold of the guys with the momentum he gave right in the middle of my face and threw myself on the ground, holding a fetal position waiting for a bunch of kicks.

“Hold him up now!” He barked at his assistants.

The two guys behind me didn't move anymore and between Chris' legs I saw Louis, Matthew, Lana and three other guys running towards us. Matthew lowered himself by my side and rolled me on my back to assess the situation. He noticed the damage in my face. My mouth was tasting like iron.

“Oh my— You need to go to the hospital.” Matthew started dialing in his phone.

All I knew was that my face was hurting like hell and my bottom lip felt swollen. Matthew helped me get up, putting my left arm behind his shoulder.

Louis came pushing my aggressor away from me saying, “Chris, get the fuck out of here. If you come as far as fifty meters from this place, I'll call the police.”

“You're my brother.” Chris complained.

“I don't fucking care, arse!”