I turn around to walk away, when I feel a freezing substance being poured down my back. I reach my hand up to the top of my head and pull some slick, purple smoothie down into view. I feel my face heat up with anger before I fling the drink’s residue off to the side and whirl around to face the confident boy.
“What is your problem?!” I squeal.
“I just thought you needed to… cool off a little, that’s all,” he answers simply.
“Well I think you need to be in a mental institution!” I yell into his smug face.
“Is that right? I’m the one who needs help?” he says, starting to take small steps in my direction.
“Aw, it’s sweet that you think I’d lie to you,” I say in a tone meant to be used when handling children. But he’s no child; he’s just an imbecile.
“I guess that’s simply another conflict between us; considering that I wouldn’t lie to my own girlfriend either,” he says angrily.
“I’m not your girlfriend anymore! I’ve had it with all of your shit! Now give it a rest Chase!”
Suddenly, he takes my shoulders in his grasp and shoves me, forcefully, into the wall.
“Get off of me!” I shriek. I try and shrug him off, but his grip merely tightens.
“What are you gonna do about it? Hurt my feelings with your words?” he spits through gritted teeth. His fingers are digging into my skin and it’s really starting to hurt. I scan the mall cafeteria and find many eyes on me, but the fearful looks on their faces tell me they don’t plan on interfering.
“Let go of her.” I hear an unnerving male voice roar through the tense air.
I turn my head towards the powerful voice and see a tall boy with dirty blonde hair. He has beautiful ocean blue eyes and an impossibly perfect face. I only see one tattoo of a crown on his left arm. He seems like the kind of guy to have more; they’re probably hidden from my sight. He’s wearing a stern expression giving him an extremely intimidating vibe. I would be scared of him if he wasn’t saving my ass right now. His face is stone hard as he burns holes in my attacker’s eyes.
“No.” With that, my savior closes the distance between them and punches him hard in the face. My assailant releases me due to the sudden impact and now has blood streaming out of his nose and a major gash on his lip. The blonde guy tries to kick his side, when Chase knocks his leg out from under him. His grimy fingers lock around my wrist as he starts running away, towing me behind him. I stumble a bit and end up falling to the floor. He drags me by my arm along the smooth tile as I glide on my slippery, soaking wet back, leaving a sticky, purple trail. I’m too shocked to do anything so I just look in front of me.
The mysterious boy is now racing behind us and I don’t think Chase notices. I lock eyes with Blondie and his face contorts into a look of worry. He picks up the pace and almost slips my smoothie tracks, releasing a grunt.
Chase heard him. He looks back as he runs and sees that we’re being followed. He lets go of me so that he’s able to run faster from the charging male. Blondie’s eyes flicker between Chase and I before he begins sprinting faster to catch up with Chase.
I stand up and start running after them. In the distance, I see Blondie wrap his muscular arms around his prey’s neck and I watch Chase fall backwards; his head colliding with the ground. Ouch, that’s gonna leave a mark; not that I care. That bastard deserves it. Chase is still regaining his footing when Blondie punches his gut, causing him to fall right back down. The boy pulls back his foot and kicks Chase, weightily, in his side. Blondie’s about to lay another punch when a mall guard grabs him from behind, preventing him from laying another finger on the boy that lies, unconscious.
