The Ugly One
Aaron smirked.
"1...2...3...4..." Jake started to count.
"Okay, okay!" Mayra screamed and knelt in front of me.
"Now, Jane, don't hold back and swing like a champion," Aaron suggested.
I got this.
"Jane, please...don't hit my face," Mayra pleaded.
I cracked my knuckles. "I am sorry Mayra, but that pink dye had gotten inside your brain and turned you into a dumb bimbo. You should've left me alone," I said and smacked her on the face with all of my strength.