Another Confrontation (Battleking90 branch)

How did I get myself into this situation. Ever since I agreed to go on the date with Bella, she had become even more insufferable (aka excitable) than before. It has become the difference between being followed by a happy, yipping dog and a damn harmonica playing grizzly bear on a unicycle.

And just like a grizzly bear riding a unicycle, it caught everyone's attention.

I mused over the last days events while I sipped my now cold-hot chocolate.

Bella had kept to her word, going to cheerleading practice that same day after school. She was meet with a thunderous applause and girlish squeals when she walked out onto the field. Following the interaction with Tiffany earlier in the day, I figured they all thought she had vanquished the evil blackmailer (me). She laughed and reveled in the attention of her fellow cheerleaders, but I could see from my vantage point behind the concession stand that Bella was not giving her full attention to what was going on.

"Well, it's better than nothing." I sighed to myself, "At least she showed up."

After I was sure she was going to stay and participate, I took my leave and went to relax alone for the first time since Bella started following me everywhere. My new sense of freedom swelled in my chest. "What shall I do with myself?" I pondered my options as I walked toward my house. "Maybe I can go watch a movie, or go to the arcade. Or maybe both..."

A light breeze blew down the road, driving a shiver down my spine. I pulled the hood on my sweater over my head to help ward off the cold. It also had the effect of cutting out most of the noise from the sides and behind me.

"Ah, who am I kidding. I don't do anything like that. I will probably just go home and continue learning about the love potion and how to reverse it." I pulled the draw strings to cinch up the hood. "I'm starting to really regret making that damn..."

BANG

My vision had gone white from a solid impact to the back of my head. I stumbled forward two steps, my outstretched arms reaching out to keep me upright and off the floor. I quickly turned once I found my footing, fighting to regain my sight and identify who/what had hit me.

The first thing that came into focus was the school's letterman jacket, followed by the blonde hair and striking blue eyes. That's all I needed to know who it was.

"What the fuck Oliver! What the hell has gotten into you?!"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO TIFFANY YOU BASTARD!?!" Oliver roared like a lion at me, "I KNOW SHE WENT TO CONFRONT YOU TODAY AND YOU FUCKING DID SOMETHING TO HER!"

Damnit, I thought this Tiffany thing was over.

"I know Tiffany said I can't touch you until we figure out what the deal is with you and Bella, but seeing as I just saw her at cheer practice, I THINK IT'S OPEN SEASON ON NERD."

Double damnit, my trump card on Bella just blew up in my face.

I knew there was no way I could win in a fight. Hell I couldn't even win a fight with Bella, let alone the pretty boy athlete. Come to think of it, I wonder who would win in that fight...

BANG

White searing pain erupted from my nose.

"Ghhhwwaaaa!" In the split second I was preoccupied thinking of Bella kicking his ass, Oliver had lunged forward with a quick jab to my face. Another thunderous punch, this time straight to my gut, rocked my world. Between the hit to the back of my head, my nose, and my stomach, I barely had the strength to keep on my feet.

Fuck, how the hell was I going to get out of this situation. Ideas flew through my head, all of them seemed gibberish. The pain radiating throughout my body made it hard to concentrate on any one thing.

Instincts from all my confrontations with Bella kicked in and I brought my arms up to cover my face. I quickly found that was a mistake as Oliver fit me with the same gut shot again. That hit zapped the rest of my energy as I dropped to my knees, holding my belly.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO TIFFANY ASSHOLE!" He roared at me again.

"Nothing, I swear!"

"Fucking liar, I have never seen her lose her cool like she did today. I know you did something to her!"

"I didn't, I swear. I know Bella said something to her, but I didn't saw a word." I lied, knowing if I did admit to even talking to her I would get another painful reminder that I was in a fucked up situation.

"Some how I don't believe you." At least we were having some form of communication. Its better than the blinding rage he was exhibiting a second ago.

"Listen to me, I couldn't have done anything to Tiffany. You know I couldn't hurt her physically, think of how easy it was for you to fuck me up. There's nothing I could **** her with, you know her better than anyone so you know there is nothing." I knew it was a risk mentioning the **** as everyone already thought I blackmailed Bella, but without refuting every possible avenue I was most likely not getting about of this in one piece.

"You must have something. Nothing could have made her act the way she was earlier."

"I'm telling you, it wasn't me. It had to be Bella." Damnit, logic was the only way out of this and I was already out of ideas. There is no way he would believe Bella would have caused this in Tiffany.

But to my surprise, he didn't have a retort. That doesn't mean he believes it, but this might be my ticket.

"Think about it, you said Bella went to cheer practice. Did Tiffany go today?" I had no idea if this would sound logical to Oliver, hell it didn't even sound logical to me. But I pressed on. "Everyone knows Tiffany loves cheer almost as much as Bella. And with Bella going to cheer in the first time in awhile, don't you think Tiffany would want to be there with her? Unless something happened between them?"

I could see Oliver's mind spinning behind his eyes. Those blue eyes went unfocused as he thought through the situation. Somehow this halfway logical argument had him stuck in thought. No, there must be something else. Oliver must have already had some negative feelings toward Bella if this half baked argument could sway him that easily. I decided to press on.

"It wouldn't be much out of character for Bella to do something like that. I have seen how she treats Tiffany, and that's in front of their play thing. I can't even imagine how Bella treats Tiffany behind closed doors. And I was wrong earlier, you might be Tiffany's boyfriend, but you don't know her best."

Oliver's eyes flicked up to mine as he fixed me with a **** glare. But he didn't move, he didn't talk. I didn't breath, silently knowing any movement on my part could break the spell. I could see the conflict in his eyes, we both knew that my last statements hit truer than anyone would actually admit.

Finally he untensed, standing a little straighter as he continued to glare down at my kneeling form. I risked one last statement now that he seemed to have come to a conclusion. "If I am telling you the truth, what do you think will happen to Tiffany once Bella finds out what happened to me."

The chuckle that came from his frowning face was more unnerving than the glares. "I fucking hate nerds. Too fucking smart for your own good. Fine, you just talked yourself into a double-or-nothing. God help you if I find out that it was you who is behind this whole thing."

With that, Oliver spun on his heel and started walking back toward campus. I waited for him to get a decent distance away before I flopped onto my back. I took a heavy sigh of relief and closed my eyes. I reached up to rub my face and felt my hands shaking from the adrenaline. "I need to find that cure..."

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Author's note: Hey all! I am very new to writing, only having a few chapters here and there under my belt. I would really appreciate any feedback you have, good or bad. Thanks to TheNextGamer for giving me the opportunity to try my hand at writing in an already established story.