His tall and massive frame contrasts her little timid figure that was now carrying a backpack atop her shoulders.
Without thinking, I grab her wrist, pulling her down the corridor in a slow pace that she could catch up with her school shoes. But her pace was much faster than mine that it looked like as if it was her pulling me.
Right, I forgot she used to run every morning.
At an intersection of corridors up ahead, Sierra and I, without warning, go down.
I don't register what happened because the next thing I knew, Sierra was pinned up against a row of lockers while I was being straddled and repeatedly punched in the jaw.
A couple of hits in was enough for me to regain my composure. Blocking his last blow with my forearm, I clocked him making him fall sideways so he was now under m
