Tiny Terror

Dad Digs Eye of the Tiger

  "Hey, black glasses." Vasco called out as we walked into the cafeteria. Some douche had tossed his cup at another kid, but my attention seemed to be more on how well-defined the tall male's back muscles were as he stood in front of me. The top half of his coveralls were tied around his waist, and only a tank top that was basically a second skin covered his torso. "Pick up your cup. You can put your cup in the sink."

  "What? Are you all trying to start something? Mind your own business." Someone retorted.

  "Didn't your mom tell you not to throw things on the floor?" Vasco turned fully to look at the other guy, and I glanced over to see a male wearing a cap and sunglasses indoors.

  "What? Get lost!"

  "I guess I'll have to scold you."

  "Haha. You wanna fight? Fuck."

  "Fine, I will bring it. Take off your glasses."

  "Forget that. Bring it!"

  "I don't hit someone with glasses. Don't you know anything?" Sighing, I walked out and stood in front of the guy who was getting obscenely angry.

  "The fuck you want, shorty?" He seemed to glare at me, and I calmly took one of my hands out of my pockets before grabbing the front of his hoodie. The guy looked confused until I shot him a vicious look.

  "Say goodnight, bitch." I said before yanking him down to my height to headbutt him. The cafeteria went completely silent as the taller male went limp and fell to his knees, only being held up by my grasp on his hoodie. Blood was dripping from his nose, and I looked up at the people standing behind him. Their eyes were wide in shock, but I only raised my brows at them with half-closed eyes. "Anybody wanna take this?"

  A couple of them hesitantly grabbed the sunglasses-wearing douche and dragged him away before I turned back to the Burn Knuckles. Stuffing my free hand back into my pocket, I strolled over to them and none of them seemed really fazed after seeing some of the stuff I could do. Quite a few upperclassmen had heard about the only female in their department and came to check me out, and the only way to get rid of them was by kicking their asses.

  "What's for lunch?" I asked as girls were starting to go gaga over the fashion boys and asking about some slave auction. 'The fuck?' I mentally questioned, but mostly ignored it since I was hungry.

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  Our class set up an arm wrestling booth and only huge dudes were challenging Vasco. It made sense given no one had even managed to get his hand to budge from the starting point, so only beefy guys were even trying. After a while, I stepped up and slammed some money on the table.

  "Mia?"

  "Rematch!" I said while putting my arm on the table. The guys that were crowded around were laughing and calling me adorable, telling me to go back home and play with my dolls. Ignoring them, I looked Vasco dead in the eye. He smiled, then grabbed my hand before Jace came over to make sure neither of us was cheating. "I've been training, so I wanna see if I can get you now." I smirked.

  "Go!" Jace called out, and I reacted as soon as he spoke. There were gasps and muttering since I had managed to get Vasco's hand four inches away from the starting position. I was clenching my jaw with effort, but Vasco only had his brows furrowed in concentration. 'God damn it!' And the sound of a hand smacking the table a few seconds later signaled my defeat.

  "Bloody-" I growled. "I will beat you....someday!" I pointed at him.

  "You've gotten a lot stronger, Mia." Vasco beamed at me with such a bright smile, and my ears went red. 'Oh, no.... What the fuck was that? Was that the face of an angel? Have I been blessed?!'