" You are feisty. I like that." He smirked, taking a step closer.
" Stay away from me." I warned him.
" Or what? You'll go crying to your dad to punish me?" He taunted. I was on him before I could stop myself. My hand went straight to his shirt and I yanked it, pulling him to me until we were staring at each other.
" I hate it when people use words to call me incompetent. I'd have your f****d up before we even get to see my father for shit." I snarled. His smirk widened and to my surprise, he didn't look scared at all. Instead, he looked intrigued.
" What a fierce little thing you are." He chuckled, completely unfazed by my threat.
I let go of him, my frustration boiling over. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.
" Where are you going? The fun's just gett
