Chapter 8- That was too rude.

Vivienne

 It was Thore. My mouth fell open as I looked up at him. He was so tall, over six feet, and such a handsome guy. His warm eyes were as if sparkling while gazing down at me.

“Are you hurt?” A gentle but cold voice came over. His eyes were warm, but his voice was cold. But I know he was better than his friends.

“Huh?” I was suddenly trapped in my own little world for about three seconds before I finally managed to answer. “No. Not really. I was chasing my scooter that your stupid friend threw.”

Thore chuckled a bit and looked around us. I just realized that there are four shining cars lined on the street.

“Who among them? They were all stupid.” Thore jokingly asked and glanced at his friends.

“What? Who is stupid?” Loki impatiently complained.

“Hey! Move your cars, you idiots!” An insolent voice roared.

That was coming from the fourth car. I saw Raylie’s head peeping outside the car window.