"Fuck, how long is that bastard gonna sleep for?!" I shouted in frustration and lunged myself ruthlessly as the pitiful unconscious Don—
'Pitful my left ass! Let me hit him once!'
His ability to manipulate the win would be really handy right about now, too, but the bastard was busy fast asleep.
"Hey, Vic, calm down and take it easy. Don currently isn't in the right state of mind now. Go easy on him!" The one who said this was Chelsea who was suspiciously swift in latching on to me and holding me back.
"Not in the right state of mind? Which of us isn't?!"
"Hah! Clearly not you..." I heard Trise snort.
The side of my face twitched and i glared at her.
"What did you just say, you brat?
"B-brat? Don't you think it's about time you stop refering to us as kids? We're all the same age!"
"You guys, stop it right now!" Deandra's sharp voice cut in and said.
