James's POV,
"Hello, the dearest hater of my life." The black trench coat man said, walking towards me. "How are you, James f*****g Charles? It's been a while." He smirked evil, playing over his lips which made me piss off but I shouldn't lose my coolness as it's the person whom I hated the most in my f*****g life.
"Hi, fucker. What do you think? Am I fine, huh? Yes, I am, before this shit." I hissed as the other made a fake surprised look which was too obvious.
"Oh... Oh my God, please, help him. I feel pity for him." He said sarcastically which made me fist my hands. "Oh, f*****g James, are you angry, huh?" He teased me with a smug look.
"No, fucker. Just wondering, how God had created such a piece of s**t like you?" I smirked as the other clenched his fist and punched me straight
