~Nicole~
“Wow. Right on time,” he said the second he stepped into the class.
I didn’t even wait for him to drop his gym bag on the desk.
My hand shoved his chest…hard.
“Why the f**k did you do that to him, huh? Who the hell do you think you are?” I shoved again, words spilling out. “God, I f*****g hate you.”
My fists kept coming. One. Two. Three. All thudding against his chest.
But when I swung the next one, he caught it. Tight.
“I guess the crybaby couldn't hold his tongue.” His smirk made my stomach flip with rage.
“And this is the best your smart-ass could come up with?” He yanked my arms down, so rough I almost lost balance in front of him.
I straightened quick, chest heaving.
Did I mention I’m a 5’3 b***h? Yeah. Small, in a skirt and boots, nails painted red.. And in no
