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opened wide in surprise. I can’t believe I actually knocked him out.
    I smiled at him lying on the ground. “Who’s the bitch now?” I mumbled as I held my hand with the other. I never hit anyone before and wow did that hurt. My hand was throbbing.
    I had forgotten we had an audience until I heard “ooh” and “damn” come from the people watching over the patio wall.
    As I started to become more aware of my surroundings and what just happened, I walked over to the wall to tell Peyton to grab my purse I wanted to leave. I was ready for this nightmare to end.
    I turned around to see Logan was being helped up by someone. I couldn’t tell who it was at first, my eyes were still blurry from crying and my head was spinning from the alcohol and adrenaline.
    The figure helping him up turned around and faced me yelling, “What did you do?”
    It was the girl he was dancing with inside the club. I started laughing. I think I was just delirious at this point.
    Once again I opened my mouth when I should have kept it shut. “Look, skank, you and your little bitch boyfriend over there can have a wonderful life together. So why don’t you take your skank ass and my pathetic leftovers and scram,” I said slurring my words a little.
    I don’t think she liked being called a “skank”. She walked over to me, and shoved me so hard I tripped over my own feet. Pretty sure the drinking might have helped with my lack of good balance.
    I fell back sideways and slammed the right side of my face into the wall.
    What. The. Fuck.
    I started to push myself off the wall but I stumbled and landed on my butt. She was standing over me with her hands on her hips and a smug smile on her face.
    Now I was really pissed off.
    I knew I had to act quickly to catch her off guard. Seeming satisfied by what she had done, she turned to walk away. I knew this was my chance, if I didn’t act now it would be too late.
    While I was still on the ground I lifted my leg and kicked her in the back of her knee. Her knee buckled and she fell backwards enough that I was able to grab her by the shirt. I pulled her the rest of the way down to the ground. I tried to steady myself to make my next move, but before I had the chance the crazy bitch tackled me. By this point she had my arms pinned above my head.
    We struggled for a minute until I got an arm free and cracked her good across the face. She fell onto her side. I got up, grabbed the back of her head and smashed her face into the dirt. She threw her head back bashing it right on my lip. I stumbled backwards, falling on my butt. I touched my lip, it was bleeding.
    We both managed to get to our feet, but I didn’t hesitate, I swung. Then all hell broke loose. Everything happened so fast. I heard Alex yell at Landon to break us up. He hopped the wall and wrapped his arm around my waist trying to pull me off as the sirens came blaring in. Landon called for one of the other bouncers to come help as the cops pulled up.
    Landon was having a hard time keeping us apart until the bouncer got there to help. I think he was more or less trying not to get hit himself.
    Landon had a tight grip on me, but I was still kicking and swinging, which made it harder for him to hold on. “Tatum, you need to calm down,” Landon said.
    “Let me go!” I yelled.
    “Not until you calm down. I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I will,” he said as he tried to adjust himself so he could get a better hold on me, but I managed to slip free and I lunged for the girl.

    Landon caught me just in time. He picked me up and flung me over his shoulder carrying me towards the entrance to the club.
    “Landon, put me down!” I screamed.
    “What the hell just happened?” Peyton said as she came out of the bar and saw me dangling over Landon’s shoulder.
    “Tay just beat up some girl,” Landon told her.
    “Wait…WHAT!? And I missed it?”
    “Yeah, where the hell were you?” I scoffed.
    “I was saying goodbye to everyone. It’s