Almost immediately, I sent him a punch, hoping he would fly as far away as possible from me but my wishes were bound to not come true.
He managed to hold my hand and stop it from colliding with his face. He looked up at me and stared with an uninterested gaze, as if saying nice try. How infuriating!
He continued to study myhand as I fell into thought. Okay, so maybe I over exaggerated the part of him sniffing my hand. But you can't blame me! His face was dangerously close to my hand. Any normal person would have misunderstood his intentions.
"Normal?" I thought with a scoff.
"Am I really normal?" Normal is not a word in my dictionary and it's not something I can be. I am very vague about things like this. Normal, what is it even like to be that?
A jolt of pain brought me back to my senses and I realised the idiot that was in front of me was now sitting to my left whilst holding my sick wrist.
