Keisha was livid.
There he sat, the smug bastard, smirking at her. He took a swig from his beer that hung loosely in one of his hands, the other one roughly groping the backside of the girl who clung desperately to him. The girl in question was too engrossed with planting sloppy kisses all over his neck to notice he was looking at someone else.
Breathing heavily, Keisha clenched her fists. That asshole!
Noticing her friend's distressed expression, Steph nudged her gently. "You okay, Keish?"
Keisha nodded distractedly; her spiteful gaze fixated on the boy. Following the direction of her friend's deathly glare, Steph's eyes landed on who she was glaring at and she gasped in horror.
Yanking Keisha to face her, Steph whisper-yelled. "Are you crazy, Keish? Do you want to get maimed?"
"That idiot can't do anything to me! I'm not afraid of him!"
