I narrow my eyes, “It’s unimportant.” I take a step closer to her, my nose wrinkling as her rosey perfume hits my nose. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but you’ve got one more fucking time to try me and not even the gods themself will be able to save you from the ass whooping I’m going to give you.”
“Oh, I’m so scared,” she mocks.
I’d like to say that my hand has a mind of its own, that I don’t think about it before I do it, but really I think thrice before I do it.
And before I can think about it a fourth time, my hand is whipping through the air, cracking across her cheek.
Silence enters the cafeteria.
Soskia blinks once, twice, three times before she inhales a deep breath.
Her cheek is already flaming red.
“You definitely look scared to me,” I quip back at her. I don’t give her a chance to reply as I march away. A part of me expects for her to retaliate and I brace myself for it.
I’ll make true on my promise to whoop her ass right now, if I have to.
But as I exit the cafeteria doors, nothing happens. No sharp words or objects thrown at me.
Good, Soskia isn’t as dumb as I thought.
My stomach gives a grumble and I realize I never actually got my food.
Great.
Yeah, definitely going to whoop Soskia’s ass soon.