Similars Repel

Five|| Her Fighting Skills

Chapter 5

   He looked where I was looking, but then whipped back around with his brows raised in surprise, "Are they—"

"Yes, they are. You're gonna have to cover me. We also have to leave so I don't get a repeat of last time."

He moved his chair more to his left and placed his left elbow on the table, somewhat covering me. Before Sam could put the pizza on our table, manbun spoke up, "Sam, could you pack it up? Something came up and we have to go."

Sam simply saluted before going back to the kitchen.

"They settled close to the entrance. I'm gonna have to walk on your left. As soon as we get the pizza, we have to go. There might be more coming. The sooner we go the better." I said in a hurry.

"Why do you sound like we are on a mission type shit? Calm down, I'm here if anything happens. I can beat these guys into pulps if I want to."

"Can you beat their knives and guns into pulps too?"

"Well... no."

"That's what I thought."

Right then Sam came and gave us the pizza before saying, "Amara said it's on her, so don't worry."

We thanked him before saying our goodbyes. I didn't have time to feel bad about what happened earlier with Sam. I made a mental note to text him an apology later. I had other things to worry about at the moment.

Manbun grabbed the bag in his right hand, while he plopped his left arm on my shoulders... again. For the sake of our safety, I didn't combust. I can't make any promises when we're out of danger—well... when I'm out of danger. He won't be.

We passed the old couple, right before the high schoolers. So far so good. Three tables had to be passed for us to get out. High schoolers were sat at all three.

One table... two tables... three ta—

"Damn."

A hard slap echoed throughout the restaurant, along with it came the stinging on my ass. I stopped abruptly, making manbun stop as well. Noise had ceased because of noise the slap made, meaning the attention was on us.

To hell with the plan.

Sensing the fury inside of me, manbun took his arm off my shoulders. We both turned slowly to face the culprit.

A sixteen year old boy was staring sheepishly at us. Mostly at me. "You've got a really nice ass, has anyone told you that?"

"Ooohh!" His friends, mainly the guys, went crazy. As if he just got a date with miss universe or something.

Before I could lunge at this little boy, Manbun spoke up, "Don't worry buddy—" he smacked my ass, not bothering to take his hand away afterwards, "I tell her everyday. Also, keep your hands to yourself while you still have them. I don't like sharing."

He dragged me away— not before one last wink that made most girls swoon along with a couple of guys— and I restrained myself from jumping him (not in the good way). But then I saw one of the three guys scrutinizing me, so we quickly exited and started back to where we came from.