AMBROSE
"W-what's going on?" August appeared to be astonished by the sudden appearance of our boys. He's probably excited about joining in with Rachel's group, hoping to have another fun night, but that's not going to happen. And quite frankly, I don't think it's going to happen ever again.
I stood right in the middle, along with the boys who had gathered up everything they could use as a weapon; we blocked his pathway. Marlon was holding Phil's baseball, and he was playing with it. I honestly don't quite remember telling Phil to tell these boys to bring some sorts of weapons. I'm a bit surprised, but it is somehow helping.
"What's going on?" Phil uttered, mocking the way August said it. I didn't tell him to do any of this or any of the things he's doing, and he will be doing, but I don't give a single crap about it. "I think you know what's going on."
"No, I don't," August replied. He doesn't sound confused, but he's definitely scared of the situation.
"Okay, let me tell you what is going on then." Phil continued talking and inched his way towards August. Phil is acting like he's the boss here, adding a bit of swagger in his steps and that wisenheimer tone. "But first, let me ask you this simple question. Are you a real man?"
I just stood with my arms crossed, waiting for Phil to do his thing. This isn't really necessary just because of the fact that August is alone in this fight. Rachel can't help him; she's just behind me, exchanging whispers with Victoria and Nicole. Nobody would want to help him.
"Of course, I'm a man," August spat, and I could tell he was already going deeper under pressure.
"He's a man! Y'all heard it! He's a man." Phil announced to everyone who was watching.
Phil casually snaked his arms around August's shoulder as if they were good buddies and then continued talking. "Listen up, August. My friend here, Ambrose, would like to challenge you into a duel."
Phil pointed right at me, and I looked at August, who was already sweating under those tight uniforms.
"What?" August asked.
"Man to man. Combat to combat." Phil trailed.
"I don't want to fight him," August uttered, still clinging to the fact that he can escape this fate by convincing us with his words. August doesn't have a choice but to fight me and only to fight me. He can cry and beg, but nothing's going to change my mind about kicking his butt.
"You don't want to fight him? But you already did? Remember when you...."
"Phil!" I shouted at Phil cutting him off from finishing his sentence. "Let me handle this."
I've had enough of Phil's shenanigans. We are not in a Japanese gangster film of some sort that he has to do all the talking, and I'm just going to do all the fighting. Phil is really making these daunting tactics to strike fear towards August, and although that's working well, I think it's a dose of crap. I never told him to do anything like this, but I expected he would do something like this. I should've just told him not to do this extra bullshit. I'm already itching to fight.
"Okay, no problem." Phil trailed in obedience as he removed his arm from August's shoulder and stepped back.
"August!" I thundered, calling him with my deep voice. "Let's settle this thing right now. Man to man!"
"What are we going to settle?" August asked, pretending to be the innocent one out of everybody here. That's total bullshit coming from his mouth. Even the ones who aren't involved in here know what's going on.
"Let's have a fight. Hand to hand. Whoever's left standing shall win." I stared at him with a smug expression.
"I don't understand."
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