Chapter 3 The Girl With An Angelic Body, But An Evil Heart
"What the fuck!" Peter rarely cussed, but at this moment, he couldn't help himself.
"Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me, lady. If you're gonna cry, take it somewhere else. People here are gonna think I did something to you!" He could already feel the suspicious glances of the people around them.
A girl this beautiful would easily be targeted by douchebags who wanted to score, as soon as she entered the bar. Peter groaned.
"Shut up! I'm going to cry as much as I want, you stinky men. You're all BASTARDS! Good-for-nothing assholes!" Hysterically, the girl stood, grabbed Peter's shoulders and started trying to tear at his clothes, beating his chest, shouting and crying.
Peter felt even more embarrassed with the scene the girl was causing. And yet, he couldn't simply shove her away as that would even make him look worse! He felt so helpless to do anything. If only there was an easy, decent way to just knock her unconscious.
"Hey, STOP! You're right. All men are bad. We're all JERKS. Now, can you stop crying? Calm down. Sit, let's drink and talk about it. Maybe I can help you, " Peter managed to say despite the annoyance he felt. 'This girl is nut. What did I ever do to her?' he thought.
"NO!" she said in defiance.
"You're just like all of them! You're all assholes!" She screamed as she started to pull at his clothes more intensely; she almost tore off his jacket. Peter was at a loss on what to do.
In his attempt to scout for someone who could help, He caught sight of a bare-armed burly man covered in tattoos, followed by a band of equally-fearsome hooligans with dyed hair. It was clear that they were gangsters.