~Ramon~
A sharp whistle broke through the air, coming to an abrupt halt when a smack landed at the back of the whistler's head, causing him to choke.
"Quit catcalling, would ya, Brent?"
"What the— Jake!" Brent spoke in between coughs, his face turning beet red, his hand massaging at his chest, veins making themselves known on his forehead—causing the leaving girls, who he was catcalling, to burst out in giggles so hard his face burned another shade darker in shame.
He threw a glare at the grinning Jake in anger, his hands fisted by his side, and I knew that was my cue. I took a step forward, separating the both of them.
"Alright guys, cut it out," if not, the next second fists would fly and a brawl would happen.
"Arrgh!" He let out a growl of frustration. "Ramon, at least let me at h
