FIA
Olivia stepped up to us, probably about to say something else, but I didn’t give her a chance. My blood boiled, heat surging through my chest, and I turned to the bastard who had my arm.
His lips moved into a disgusting smirk or whatever it was that he twisted his face into, and he began to speak, but I did not hear him. All I could think was “I’m not the one, asshole.” And I acted on instinct.
Years ago, one of my brothers trained me in jiu-jitsu. I had not practiced in forever, but my body remembered what my mind had almost forgotten. I stepped in too quickly for him to react, grabbing his wrist and yanking it forward while dropping my weight and hooking my leg behind his.
He landed hard on the floor; the sound of his body crashing against the tiles echoed throughout the classro
