CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Switch fired her nail bullets, but not at either of the two Phils. Instead, she aimed at the table that Stinger and Arachnid were lying on. Her nail bullets struck the table at the same time, each one making a dull metallic thud upon hitting the table at the same time.
“Whoa, Switch,” said the first Phil, staring at the table in surprise. He looked up at her with anger and confusion on his face. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have hit your friends, maybe even killed them at such close range. Have you lost your mind or what?”
“What are you complaining about?” said the second Phil with a smirk. “She didn’t shoot either of us. She probably let her emotions mess with her aim. Teenage girls are very emotional after all.”
Switch smirked herself. “Thanks for ou
