My small hand scrunched up into a fist. I walked over to him and stared intently into his eyes. Catching him off guard, my knuckles collided with his jaw. He stumbled back a bit, and almost immediately raised his hand to his face. A loud gasp was heard, surprisingly it wasn't me. I looked down at my hand, which was turning a purple-blue colour, my knuckles white. He must've had a pretty hard jaw for my hand to turn out like this. Looking back up at Alex, realisation suddenly hit me. Hard. I just punched the bad boy.
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