Chapter Fifty-One
Ashton
I winced slightly as the boy smacked my ear. Seriously, these dudes had zero sense of humor. Like zero. None.
Okay, I was officially sick of it. Seriously, the whole, "Oh, I'm threatening you by grabbing your neck, which by the way I can barely reach because you're so tall." Alright, he didn't say all of that, but-- you know, really, he said none of that. But you understand the gist of it. I was sick of being threatened-- or at least being tried to be threatened.
Rolling my eyes, I muttered, "That's it," And gripped the hand on my neck tightly, keeping them from squeezing.
Pulling them apart with all of my strength, I barely managed to get them away from my neck when I let go. And immediately followed through with a punch to his now-injured jaw.
Yup. That's how I roll.
I stepped back towards Kyla and Terran, crossing my arms and facing the boys, "Yeah, I don't really think that's the best way to either make a good first impression or make friends, really."
The boy who had gotten injured by me sent me a death glare from where he had staggered backwards after being hit. I shrugged it off. Tons of people have wanted me dead. They just didn't understand my humor. I guess this guy didn't either.
"So, you guys want to be the top whatever?" I clarified, enjoying being free to make sarcastic comments and remarks again without being rewarded with a knee in the back or something.
I could see the group fume angrily as they tried to decide what to do.
"Look, anyway, I think it's time for you guys to leave," I smiled, and I loved that they clearly got more irritated. Ah, irritating people. It's my thing.
"Ashton..." I heard Terran murmur behind me, warning me not to do anything stupid. Which, really was unnecessary. I never did stupid things. I did smart, necessary things!
"So," I drawled, "You guys going to leave? Or try to fight us or something?"
The boys muttered something to each other, and the boy whom I had injured straightened up, stepping towards us, he opened his mouth to say something. And I was fully prepared to sock him out again.
Ohhh Ashton you never get old, mah boy 😂
Ashton - Evara
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The Last Survivors
FantasyIn the small city of Solitaria, people live together peacefully and without war. It is one of the rare cities that is able to resist the enticing pull of battle and the constant gripe for more. The people there are content to stay where they are and...
