Leo
What are these idiots doing here? And why am I not as surprised as I should be?
"Hey, Lee." The wacko said. "Remember m--"
"Let's go," he hissed at the young man, and dragged Mia away at the speed of light, before she could protest or say goodbye to the tard.
"What was that for?" Mia asked him. He couldn't see her face, but he could her displeasure.
"That was for me."
The girl shook her head but didn't say anything, neither did she try to release her hand from his grasp. Instead, she stood still, much to Leo's annoyance. Already pissed off to the point of killing someone, Leo turned around.
"So," he glared. "How was it talking with him? Do you always fall for pretty boys or is this one special?"
"Listen, that's none of your business."
