“You son of a b***h! My girlfriend broke up with me because of you!”
Tristan's head tilted back quickly as his hands caught the incoming blow. He twisted his arm and pushed him backward. A sly smirk crept on his lips while he stepped over him.
Despite the urge to hit his face, he remained calm and walked past him. But the man grabbed him behind and punched him instead before he could move.
“You brainwashed her, didn’t you?” The man yelled, with his eyes piercing through Tristan, wiping the blood on his lips.
His jaw clenched for how his lips went numb over a second. Surely, they were swollen from his punch.
“I don’t give a damn about whoever was your girlfriend, asshole.” He stated as his fist turned into white knuckles.
The next thing that happened was his clenched fist jolted
