Her Stalker
Back to present time.
I feel a hard smack on the back of my head, which forces my eyes to open and my head to shoot up. I snarl when I see who it is, standing there with her hands on her hips, enraged.
“What the hell are you doing here, asshole?”
“Stop trying to be all big and bad, Lexi. I came for my fucking girl, and I'm not leaving until she fucking talks to me.”
“Well, then you're gonna be waiting a long fucking time, Brixton, because she quit and isn't coming back.”