The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Percy.

I watched in silence as the man's eyes focused on her ass, watching as she stalked forward and my anger rose.

Fucking hell man.

This is the exact fucking reason I decided to walk steps behind her, to watch her ass and watch who watches her ass, to give them my fucking fist— that and the fact of my current pissed off mood at amante, too, is why I chose not to walk beside her and she fucking deserved my silence!

After keep these things from me, she deserved more.

More than my silence.

Infact my palm itches to connect with that fat ass, to give her a fucking spanking that she plain damn well deserves!

I pass the man and still his eyes are watching my amante so I reach out and grab his preppy shirt, yanking up and to my direction. I glare at him. “I will fucking gut your eyes out and replace them with your fucking balls if you keep looking at my woman's behind.” I quietly warn him and he trembles, wide eyed and gasping for air, fucking wimp.

I let him go and dust myself off. I wait, watching him.

“Y— yes, sir. I— I —”

“Get the fuck out of my sight.”

The idiot quickly runs off in the opposite direction and I snicker, good, he should be damn scared like a little girl.

A little familiar gasp has me quickly turning back around and I roll my eyes at the fucking sight before my eyes.

Charlie sits slumped on a bench, looking badass in his messy clothing and bust lip. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out, that the lad had been in a fight and I should be fucking fuming— I am, just not for this stupidity.

Sophia runs to him and crouchs down to his level, caressing his face. “What happened?” Her face cracks at the question. “Oh. I'm so sorry, my b—” I cut her off.

“Fuck that.”

I turn my glare to the little boy that didn't dare look at me once, good. His attention is only focused on the woman in front of him, good. “Charlie, you're switching schools.”

The fucking child doesn't even bat an eyelash.

“I told you no!” Sophia rushes to sit up, her face red and tear stained as she tries to glare at me though her glassy eyes. “I told you that I made a mistake. I know I s—”

“And I made is clear that I do not care.”

“Why?”

“Miss Rose?”

Both of our attention focuses on a funny haired looking woman that even through this fucking mood, I almost laugh at her— who the fuck cuts their hair like that? And it doesn't go unnoticed by me as Charlie turns his face, slowly grinning at the teacher while she scowls at him.

“You can come in but the child stays out here.” The woman instructs and we nod our heads, that's general knowledge.

Sophia glances down at the boy and he looks up at her. “Are you okay?” She mouths and he nods his head, giving her the thumps up but he doesn't see it, swirling her eyes.

He doesn't.

But I do, obviously.

She wants to stay here and talk to him. I see the conflict in her eyes, that she wants to be here for the kid, rather in their with the mohawk looking woman. She wants to her his story first before anyone else's. I fucking get it, I do.