The Sass Vibe

Chapter 7: Kitten or Tiger- Same Thing.

A/N
I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER^_^
Hehe, excuse the mistakes, bah the wah.
Here's a pic of Cade:
Enjoy!
~HF01 xx

When I was little, around 6 or so, my obsession was Tom and Jerry. Yes, the cartoon Tom and Jerry. And I remember one particular episode of the series; when the cat and mouse were in a dark room, and I just saw the cat's eyes freeze in fear when there was an extra pear of eyes next to them, revealing an angry dog once the light switch was flicked.

So relatable right now.

There I stood, my head still turned to the right, the only thing visible from the janitor's closet, and simply stared at my predator.

He was leaning against the wall next to the door, a faint smirk of amusement filtering his lips.

Oh.

Oh.

That's the guy I kneed in the balls.

Oh.

Did I mention, oh?

Swallowing hard, I attempted an innocent smile, and slowly began to straighten up.

I resisted the urge to shake and scream.

This is it. I am finally dying. Am I going to hell?

I doubt that heaven will accept me. I mean, I was pretty vicious even as a kid, killing ants with my squeaky toy hammer just for the fun of it.

I suddenly regretted spiking Amanda's drink with vodka when she was at that party, which caused her to change from being a complete good girl to be heavily addicted to drinking.

I can't say I regret fighting people, though.

Yup, I'm a bad person.

My fingers twitched, and I balanced out my advantages against this guy. He was strongly built, that was obvious, with his muscles literally popping out in my face through his tight shirt, screaming 'look at me and drool'.

I can tell he's a fast runner, and by the look of his knuckles, can pack a mean punch. He was taller than me, though I considered it as an advantage to duck in time, if I played my cards right and didn't let his intimidation faze me.

Maybe talking myself out of it would work, though I don't know if I should trust myself not to tick him off even more. I tend to say the first thing that comes to mind.

"Hi..." Was all I could manage in a small voice.

A chuckle rumbled through his voice box, and I mentally scolded myself for liking it. A lot.

"You surprised me there, kitten." He said casually, taking a step closer.

I took one back.

"But next time, I won't let another one of your little tricks slip that easily. Got it?"

While he was talking, I got an idea. Too bad I was too stupid to weigh out my chances.

My hands tightened around my baby, and I took up the courage to move, just like my karate teacher taught me to. Like a cobra. Fast, confusing, deadly.

I jumped out of the closet completely, surprising the guy who was in the middle of some cocky threat, and began to zig zag around him, remembering my merciless training back at home.

He only raised an amused eyebrow.

Can't he at least act shocked and surprised for my ego and sake?

Grunting I began to wave my skateboard in his face, hoping to give a hypnotising and confusing effect, and not make him suspect what I was about to do. His eyebrows furrowed in answer.