Page 8 of Redeeming Heart

“You know who he is?”

I shrugged because it wasn’t a big deal. Brandon used to be just another popular guy in high school with girls dropping like flies around him and it only got worst when he became an ice hockey player.

A pretty face like his doesn’t get passed over.

Jonah stared at Branon as if he just met his favorite superhero.

“I’m your biggest fan and have been to every single one of your games, and I’m hoping to be half as good as you someday.”

There was a glint in Brandon’s eyes when he smiled at Jonah.

“You play?”

Jonah nodded and only realized now I threw his bags aside to save his butt as he rushed to collect his bags.

“You had her crying for weeks as you broke her nose,” Brandon said drawing my attention back to him.

I still didn’t feel bad about it.

“She still deserved it.” I insisted.

He chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. “I never knew a girl can carry around that much power because you knocked her out with the first and only punch.”

I didn’t feel good about it whenever I think back, but she was wrong for mocking me like that and I only responded with what she saw coming.

I looked at my watch and noticed that if Jonah and I didn’t leave this instant he was going to be late for school, and I will have Meredith breathing down my neck.

“We have to go.” I then said, pulling Jonah with me even if he protested.

“I’ll see you around,” Brandon said with a smile.

“Do you have any idea who that was?” Jonah exclaimed, following me down the path that was leading towards his school.

“Brandon is almost legendary,” Jonah added and suddenly had an exciting hop in his walk.

“What did he mean by you broke someone’s nose?” He asked.

“I punched his girlfriend who he was dating at that time,” I answered, curtly.

“Shit, Sasha…” I pinched the bridge of my nose when he swore again.

“We need to talk about your swearing,” I noted.

“Why? Everyone is doing it including you. Overheard you last night.”

Shit.

“It doesn’t automatically make it right for you to do it as well. I am nineteen.” Meredith was going to have my head if she has to learn I was the reason for the foul words coming out of his mouth.

“You can’t make me stop.” He commented.

I arched an eyebrow. “Is that so? You want to play that game?” I watched his eyes widen slightly.

“Do you want me to tell your mother what kind of magazines you are hiding underneath your bed?” Two can play this game.

“How… how do you even know?” He asked.

“Your friends brought them over forgetting that I was home that day and watched them hide the magazines underneath your bed when your mom showed up.”

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