(THEA IN JASSY'S BODY'S POV)
He clenches his jaws and growls unto me after his face reddens with the shape of my palm.'Oh, perhaps, I actually slapped him hard enough.' It's actually discernable since my palm also reddens and numbing. I'm scared; however, I don't regret it. He is a pervert, even in a place like this or a dress like this. It doesn't permit you to demean anyone. And anyone who didn't know how to respect a girl didn't know how to respect his mother as well.
His eyes are burning in rage and shame and about to hit me when one of his peers catches his fist, and with his angry voice, he bursts out.
"Are you out of your mind? Can you really hit a girl?" A man, whose back is in front of me and is now covering me from his bearded perv companion. All I can see is a rear view of a strong-featured man and his dreadlock hair that gently hangs over his head and tattoo all over his relatively large and strong upper limbs.
