I'd drag their bodies across a minefield.
I'd fight every rich creep in New Jersey.
Just to see her smile at me like that one more time.
Oh.
Shit.
I think I like the sassy teacher.
The night I go home alone, and my thoughts stay on her.
Mary Donahue.
Curvy little siren.
Nothing about her should call to me, but she does.
And that night, I wonder what’ll come of our little interaction for more hours than I’d care to admit.
But as it turns out, punching Joel Jonas was the easy part.
The next morning, the headlines start.
By lunch they're everywhere.
By dinner they're national.
Some asshole posted video from the dance.
Not the part where Jonas cornered Mary.
Not the part where she told him no.
Not the part where he put his hands on her.
Just the punch.
One clean shot.
One rich bastard on the floor.
One professional bodyguard looking like he snapped for no reason.
The headlines get more creative by the hour.
ELITE SIGMA OPERATIVE ATTACKS LOCAL OFFICIAL
HIGHLY TRAINED SECURITY CONTRACTOR ASSAULTS COMMUNITY LEADER
DONOR INJURED AT SCHOOL CHARITY EVENT
The best part?
Nobody asks Mary what happened.
Nobody cares.