"Get him back for me!"
"Don't act like a child, Lych! The situation is as bad as it could get without your tantrums!"
"Wah, wah, you won't be the president! Let's all cry in unison for you!"
The burning tingle of my bruised skin felt familiar. Tymoth's hand shivered as it distanced itself from the cheek he bruised.
I pushed my tongue against the flesh of my cheek in an attempt to stop the bloody taste. I wasn't shocked by the act of violence anymore.
Tymoth looked at his hand as if it had a mind of its own and he disapproved of it. It was quite a comical view. Yet, today I didn't feel amused at all.
"Get him, T. Or I'll get him myself."
"Don't you dare getting close to Emiliano! You barely got away alive! What were you thinking hanging around Luther Wilkers? You've always been up to no good, but this is a reach even for you, Lych!"
"I had no idea who he was, dude! It just kind of happened."
"Sure."
