I Punched The Bad Boy, And Damn, Did It Feel Good

"So you really don't talk Little Miss Mute?" There was a thud as Noah Karters fell to the floor clutching his nose. I looked down at my balled fist, my senses slowly returning, and I bolted through the halls, pushing through multiple onlookers. Then, I decided to turn around, only to see Jadia Fryer crouching down bes...