"You're going to have a target on your back now." A cute looking guy appeared next to me and smiled kindly. He ran his fingers through his fluffy brown hair and I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly. "Emma," he explained. "Never have I seen her been turned away."
"And why's that?" I wondered.
"Because she's a psychopath and no one wants to cross her," the guy shrugged and I laughed.
"Trust me, a girl like her is the least of my worries," I said.
"Just warning you, she's not nice when she decides she doesn't like someone," the guy said.
"Thanks for the heads up," I nodded. "I can handle myself though."
"The bruised face really helps me to believe you," the guy said with a laugh and I rolled my eyes. "What happened?"
"Fell over," I lied and the guy scoffed, not believing me at all
