"Do not challenge me," I clench my fists.
"Or what, sweetheart? You can't even hurt a fly," he mocks me.
I swing at him and hit him right in the jaw.
His head shoots to the right.
"You shouldn't have done that, sweetheart," his eyes hold rage. I can see that he is trying to hold back his temper.
"You're an asshole,"
"You are one insult away from starting a war." Nick whispers in my ear, "If you know what's right for you, I would shut that pretty mouth of yours."
He pulls me towards my room and shuts the door behind us.
He grabs a chair and sits on it, looking at me with a cold stare.
I open my mouth to ask him something, but before I can, he opens his mouth, "Shut up."
"I didn't even say anything."
"Don't care. Shut up."
"Can you teach me how to fight?" I ask to break the unc
