GABRIEL
Fuck it! Unlike the day before, I didn’t look for any out-of-the-way places, just took her to the first open seat I found, which was easy because the onlookers knew to get the hell out of my way when they see me coming. I’d been holding onto my temper pretty well until I sat down across from her and saw her face again.
I didn’t say anything for the longest while, just looked at her. “Who slapped you?” The bruise had to be more than a few hours old at least, and I hadn’t seen any of the twits that surrounded her raise their hand, which is the only reason I walked away without laying them all out. In case you haven’t noticed, I do not discriminate when it comes to dealing with assholes. Male, female, the only time they get a pass is if they’re under the age of ten.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” I got up without another word and got a jolt when she reached out and grabbed my arm.
