Partners With The Badboy

Chapter 33

She paced back and forth in front of the building.

"Hello, this is Aaron. I'm busy at the moment so please-"

"Ugh!" Hannah exclaimed in frustration, furiously ending the call and redialing.

"Hello-"
"Aaron?"
"-this is Aaron-"

Hannah hung up again and angrily shoved her phone in her back pocket. She ran her fingers through her hair, then rubbed her palms against her face.

When she asked Aaron if he could buy the studio back from Zach, he had declined. Hannah couldn't live with that.

It's not that she didn't think Lay and Sehun were good enough to win, it was that this was technically her fault so she should be the one to fix it.

There was a loud thunk behind her, making her jump. She whirled her head around and searched for the source. There was nothing there.

Hannah bit her lip and cautiously looked away. She slid her phone out of her pocket again and redialled, inching closer to the building.

"Hello, this is Aaron-"

"This is hopeless," Hannah groaned. Suddenly, she felt heavy breathing against the back of her neck.

She yelled and scrambled away, turning around. It was a wasted man, his face covered with grime. He was fat, but a little taller than Hannah.

"Come over here," he slurred. "I ain't gunna do nothing."

Hannah stepped back, away from him. He just kept staggering closer. Then from behind her, she heard drunken giggling.

She quickly glanced over her shoulder and saw two more drunken men swaying towards them.

"Great," Hannah grimaced.

The first man grabbed Hannah's wrist and twisted it, causing her to cry out in pain and drop her cellphone.

"Let go!" She yelled, bringing her elbow to his cheek.

He grunted and fell, tripping over the curb and toppling over into the street.

Hannah tried to think. She grabbed her phone from the ground and turned to face the other two.

It looked like they had stopped in their tracks when Hannah had taken one of their buddies down.

"Little girlie," one said, and broke out into a sprint towards her.

Hannah didn't expect him to be able to run so fast, so she didn't have time to run or evade or whatever. He grabbed her shoulders and flipped her around, pressing her front side to the wall.

Hannah struggled to break free.

"Can't run 'way now, girlie," the filthy man chuckled.

"Help! Help me!" Hannah shrieked.

The other man tugged on the bottom of her shirt and began to bring it up.

"Sehun!" Hannah shrieked louder. "Sehun! Sehun!"

"Shut up," one of them growled and smashed her head into the wall.

Then she heard cries, and the weight of the men was yanked off of her.

She spun around, pulling her shirt down.

There were two other men, dressed in all black. They seemed to be sober since they were beating the two drunks up.

Hannah's heart pounded in her ears. She just watched them until they were beaten unconscious. At least she thinks that they were just unconscious.