"I WANT TO GET STRONGER, TOO."Silence began to wrap the atmosphere.
"Pffft..." I raised and eyebrow at him. I don't get it. What's so funny about what I said?
"Make you stronger, you say? What is this? Some school life comics? Action packed manga?" Then he began to burst in laughter leaving me hanging and clueless what is happening.
After a split seconds, I found myself again being grabbed by Gunter in the collar. I didn't had a chance to Dodge it or think.
"You goddamned piece of trash." He muttered. But not a single word came out of my mouth.
"If it weren't for your dad, you're already dead, got it?" So this is why. Because of my father.
"I hang out with your disabled ass for a second and now you think we're friends?" He asked me while darting his deadly glare at me.
"No, I didn't mean to--" i didn't got a chance to finish what I was about to say when he held my collar more tight that earlier.
He let my collar go but still he's glaring at me.
"Get down." He muttered.
"I said, get on the ground, asshole. Like a dog." Is he provoking me? I stared at him for a moment and he began to talk again.
"Don't make me say it again--" Gunter...
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It's my turn to glare at him. I can't believe him. That bastard. I'm already at my boiling point.
But I stopped glaring at him the moment he laughed at me again. But this time he sounded like he's amused and with disbelief.
"I knew it." he smirked at me while resting his arms in his nape.
"I knew you weren't normal at all." He added. He step closer to me and muttered. what does he mean that I'm not normal?
"Sure, I'll tell you. You sure had some guts, freak."
