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Chapter Sixteen (Ce's POV)

Chapter Sixteen (Ce's POV)- You've Fallen For Me (?)

I don't know pisses me off more- the fact that some gross bald drunkards are flirting with me or the fact that sunlight reflects off their heads, blinding me. It doesn't take a genius to know that they've be drinking shamelessly, judging from their staggers and breaths which reek of alcohol.

"Hey se- hiccup -xy," the older of the two says, reaching for my face. He's probably in his mid-twenties with a stubble on his chin, which adds to my disgust because he's flirting with a high school student. I swat his arm away and proceed to walk away, but he has the nerve and audacity to grab my arm.

"Don't be like that... baaay-beh," the other one says. This one has three eyebrow piercings, five ear piercings, and a small black nose ring that looks like a blackhead. "We just want to have fun."

My anger flares as I fling the guy's arm away. It's no lie that I have an extremely short-temper, and it's a pity that these guys aren't aware of it. I'm told that I'm not too pretty when my anger sparks.

"If you wanna have fun, go dance to Kesha or something. Touch me again and I'll have your heads wrenched into the damn sidewalk," I hiss, eyes glaring daggers.

The one with the stubble begins to giggle like a five year old. "She's, hahaha... threatening us! Hahaha!"

"How c-cute!" The piercings dude begins hooting in laughter while my patience is becoming thin.

"If I throw a stick are you bitches going to waggle your tail and chase after it?" I ask in a monotone manner, arms crossed.

"Now now, don't be like thatttttttt," Mr. Piercing says, revealing his, like, hundredth piercing in his tongue.

"Pierce and Stub, scurry the hell away from me before I make you guys," I snare, tapping my foot as if counting the seconds before I explode.

Mr. Stubble steps closer to me, leans his face a millimeter away from mine and blows his breath on my face. "Hahahaaaah... your -hiccup- so funnayyyyyy haaaa!"

I guess it's the malodorous stench of his breath that triggers the anger in me, because a second later, my fist is clenched and next to his face.

"Little girl here wants to punch me!" He laughs, calling over Mr. Piercings who continues to hoot of laughter. I'm guessing the wildlife lost two hyenas.. He staggers over and at the sight of my clenched up fist, he hoots louder.

I roll my eyes and drop my arm, deciding to just walk away because it isn't worth bruising my knuckles on them. I don't think they know what's best for themselves because both of them grab a shoulder of mine and pull me back.

That's it. He just crossed the damn Rubicon.

My fist comes in contact with Mr. Piercing's jaw, and I hear a hideous cracking sound which might be from my knuckles or (hopefully) his jaw.

He staggers back in shock and as the realization hit him that he just got punched by a girl, he becomes fully awake and gets in fighting position- legs shoulder-width apart, hands in "intimidating" fists. He looks like he's about to play Just Dance, not fight.

"You little bi-" Mr. Stubble snarls and he proceeds to aim his fist at my face. With my years of karate classes and a black belt in taekwondo, I easily dodge his weak little punch.

I guess I just crushed his manly pride because a second later, he snarls louder and aims at me again, this time with twice the force. I clench my knuckles hard, deciding to K.O. him with a terminating punch and end this madness. I have confidence in myself; it's blatantly obvious these guys, drunk or not, can't handle me.