The insult caused my head to swivel, the heat behind my eyes enough to bore through metal. Something shifted on Clyde’s face as he slunk back, as if genuinely surprised at my reply. “Try me, you illiterate, unimaginative meathead. I’ll be sure you do drills for hours after that little quip.”
The pair of guys looked equally surprised.
“What, did you think your petty little stunt scared me away?” I scoffed, hands settling on my hips as I mustered whatever strength I had left into my threat. “You two can play whatever stupid games you want, but keep me and my dad the hell out of it. I’m not delicate and I don’t scare easily. Got it?”
The boys exchanged looks, seemingly clueless as to what to say next.
“Got it?” I repeated coldly.
Clyde mumbled something under his breath as Aiden nod
