Chapter 22 - 22 - Five Seconds (2/2)

Seeing that her reaction was not as expected, the girls' anger grew even bigger. ”It'd be hard to say anything funnier than those faded old clothes you wear.” Another girl in the group said, invoking the laughter of the other girls.

Sona raised an eyebrow, insulting a person because of his appearance after feeling threatened was even normal, but this girl wore her worn-out clothes to insult her? Insult her for not having that kind of money?

”With every word that comes out of your mouth, your futility only becomes more and more apparent. I ask you not to speak to me again, I prefer to keep my distance in case this kind of thing is contagious.” Sona said as she stepped back with a disgusting face.

When the girl who did that saw the disgusting face that the girl who was always shrinking with the insults was giving her, her anger fired even more. ”Who do you think you're looking at with that ugly face, you dirty pig?”

”So it means that besides being stupid, you are also blind to not being able to even discern where a look is being directed? Pathetic...” Sona also said with a selfless expression on her face and began to leave this band of hyenas behind, but before she could getaway, a hand appeared in front of her.

Daphne with her arm outstretched said. ”Where do you think you're going? Do you think we let you out?”

'I really avoid trouble, but these mortals are really asking for it.' Sona thought while saying with a scary look. ”You've got five seconds to get that disgusting hand out of my face.”

Daphne wavered a little after she saw that look. Every time they intimidated this blue pig, she was always scared and never resurrected. But since Saturday, she looks like someone else. When she looked sideways, the corridor that was normally very noisy, was now totally silent looking at what was happening between them. With so many people watching, Daphne could not back down, so with renewed determination, she faced Sona defiantly. ”And what are you gonna do if I don't?”

Sona started counting. ””5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.” Sona was ready to break Daphne's arm when a male voice came to interrupt.

”Daphne, what the fuċk are you doing?” A voice of a 17-year-old boy came from behind Sona.

When she turned to see who she was, a muscular young man with long brown hair came walking towards her with a hostile look towards Daphne.