Dixie spoke up, as if reading my mind. "I know I have stayed away from you a lot lately, but it was because I knew I couldn't trust myself to be near ...ou, and not want you. I love you, John, and I truly hope you can forgive me." Do you still plan on staying away from me?" I asked as evenly as I could."Not... Not unless you wanted me to," the brunette said, and I could see that she was starting to tear up. My heart broke at the sight, and I reached forward to cup her cheek in my hand, rubbing. I kneed him, he squealed and I skittered away while the small crowd gabbled. One called out, "Kill 'im, Buck." I noticed that more bets were being made.Buck was big, but he was slow, so I was able to get in, punch him in the face and stomach and kick him somewhere at the price of getting elbowed or taking one swinging punch from his huge fist. The third time he hit me, I went down and got a mouth full of dirt, my head ringing, vision blurred. It was like a mule kick."Get up," several men yelled. " "Is there anything I can do, like make-up work, to bring my grade up to a B-minus so I can at least make the honor roll?" "Well, that's good that you want to, but, no, there isn't," and she turned toward her desk and began putting things away. Shit, I thought, and started walking out of the room. "Uhm, Russell, come back for a minute. I do have an assignment that I had my other classes do earlier in the year. I could have you do it and pass it in by Friday." "Oh, sure, sure, that would be. She skipped a couple steps and caught up with her best friend, Ginger.Brandon ogled both of the senior cheerleaders. Brittany, his older brother's girlfriend, was the head cheerleader, and a snotty one at that. But, the 5'5 blonde with the porcelain skin had a decent rack and a perfect body. He bet she barely even needed to work out to keep those abs and small tight ass. Her perfect face with the pouty lips completed her look.Ginger, on the other hand, had the supermodel look. Towering at 5'11,.