I punched Sebastian.
My hand was in a fist, and I was swinging before I realized what I was doing. When I did, I swung harder. I glared at him, silently daring him to do something about it.
Sebastian kept staring right back at me.
I’d made contact with his cheek, and a red spot was already forming, but he hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t flinched. He hadn’t hissed. He hadn’t stepped back. He took the hit and never broken eye contact with me.
Well, if he was going for scary…I thought about doing it again.
He must’ve sensed my intent. He warned, “Don’t you dare.”
I huffed out, “Really?” And I swung again. I didn’t care about the girls-can’t-hit-guys-because-they-can’t-fight-back rule. That was bullshit.
Park Sebastian deserved all the punches he got.
“Samantha!”
I stopped, my arm in
