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Holy fucking shit. This girl is nuts.
I can’t help the smirk spreading across my lips. I bring my glass up to my mouth, taking another sip off of it.
“Look man, I won fair and square, and you want to be a sore loser? You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to play. I’m sorry you underestimated my skills.”
The giant of a man stalks forward toward the girl. She doesn’t move an inch. Badass.
She looks fierce behind her glossy black hair. The bottom of her hair is dyed teal, and she has chocolatey brown eyes. She is short, no taller than 5’2. She has an hourglass figure, and I’m pretty sure she’s Hispanic. Although much smaller than her opponent, she stands tall. There is no fear in her eyes. I can’t look away.
What’s even more entrancing is the fact that this isn’t just a two-person argument, there are two more goons standing behind the one in the altercation. They have their arms crossed in front of their chests, waiting for the right moment to jump right in.
“Give me my money back and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here,” the huge man threatens. He has bulging biceps and looks Hawaiian.
The ferocious girl glances up at him. “Maybe you’ll let me walk out of here?” She laughs, slamming the money back onto the pool table. “You’re going to pay me what you owe me, and maybe I’ll forget this ever happened.”
I don’t know this girl from Adam, but she’s downright insane if she thinks she can take him. I walk over to where they are standing, and the girl looks back at me, startled by my presence. “Excuse me guys, is there a problem here?” I address the hulk of a man.
He glowers back at me as his eyes flick between the badass chick and me.
“Oh, is this your boyfriend?” The Hawaiian asks, sarcastically.
The girl shifts her eyes to me and then narrows them. “I don’t even know who he is.” She swings her body toward me. “You might want to get out of here, it’s about to get ugly.”
Before I can register a clear thought, a clenched fist is coming straight for my face. I don’t have time to duck, and it collides with my cheek roughly. I stumble backwards, my eyes shooting around, attempting to locate the girl. She is scooping the money up from the pool table, and after she finishes, she takes off in a run.
Two of the thugs take off chasing after her, and I am simply left with the giant. He comes barreling towards me with his head bowed and plows into me. I gasp from the impact, falling backwards. He pulls back his arm, ready to hit me, but this I’m able to dodge. His fist hits the wall behind my head and I hear bones popping. He bellows out in pain, pulling his hand into his chest.
I stumble up and make a run for the door, looking back only when necessary. As I dash out into the street, I glance around, looking for the girl.
The two goons are lying face first on the pavement, writhing in pain. There is only one other person in the entire parking lot; it’s the girl from earlier, perched on a Harley Davidson.
Did you do this to them?
I’m getting hard just thinking about how different she is than any other girl I’ve ever met.
“Hey!” I shout out as I lunge toward her.
“You really shouldn’t have done that,” she says calmly, securing a black helmet over her shiny, straight hair.
“Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t condone physically attacking a woman. I may be in the minority here,” I joke with a smirk.
She looks back at me, stone faced. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I ain’t no prissy bitch. I can fight my own battles.”
“Who are you?” I ask curiously, unable to stop myself.
She shoots me a quick grin. “In your wildest dreams, white boy.” She revs the engine of the bike, and takes off with a jolt.
Seriously though. Who is this girl?
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