HE'S LITERALLY STRIKING THE BOY IN THE FACE! OH MY GOD! "Hey!" I yelled, stumbling out of my car, half of my burger still in my hand. "Hey, get off of him!" I ran over to them, moving faster than the crowd starting to form around them. When I got there, I jumped onto Drew's back, which took his attention off the helpless boy under him. "What the h-," he started to say, before looking back at the now fleeing boy. He must have managed to wiggle out from under Drew when I had him distracted. "Hey!" he shouted, standing up and looking in the direction of the kid who was eating his punches a few moments ago. "Get off of me!" he grunted, grabbing my arms and throwing me to the ground. He turned around and started chasing after the kid, but as soon as he started, he stopped. The boy was long gone. I was busy dusting myself off, while celebrating the small victory that my cheeseburger was still intact. Taking a bite, I noticed a lengthy figure coming towards me, his huge strides closing the distance between us. My eyes grew big as he stood infront of me, glaring holes where my eyes should be. "You mind telling me what the heck you were doing?!" he shouted. "I should ask you the same thing! You should be ashamed of yourself, picking on that little kid!" I countered. "Little?! He's sixteen! I'd hardly call that little!" He ran his hands through his hair, his face red. I would have said he looked like the angry emoji...but even I know when to refrain from insults. "Well, compared to you he's little! And you were beating him into the ground! Do you have any ounce of restraint in that block head of yours!" Okay, that insult just kinda slipped out. Drew stayed silent, but it felt like he was trying to make my head explode with the scowl he was giving me. I looked away, but kicked myself for that mental loss. That's when I noticed how many people were watching us yell like idiots. It wasn't until he did the unthinkable that I remembered he was there. This boy is going to die. He literally just smacked my delicious, mouth-watering cheeseburger out of my hand. I could see the dirt coating it, and I was beyond done. My jaw was literally to the ground as I looked up at him. Who does he think he is?! You don't just knock someone's lunch to the ground! "You owe me another cheeseburger," I growled through gritted teeth. "Ha," he sneered. "Like that's ever going to happen." And then he just started walking away from me. Like, the boys back, however hot it may have been, was to me. AND HE WAS WALKING AWAY! I don't know what came over me, but I reached down to pick up my cheeseburger, and called his name. "Hey, Drew!" "What do you-" he started saying as he turned to face me, but he was interrupted when a dirty cheeseburger smacked him right in the face. "PFTHAHAHAHAHA!" I couldn't even hold in my laughter while he processed what happened. I even heard the people around us laughing just as hard. And one laugh was vaguely familiar. I turned to my right and saw Riley in the crowd, bent over and pointing at his friend as he laughed at his expense. Okay, I think I can be friends with this dude. When he noticed me looking, he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out to me. "Run, Natalie! Run!" My eyes darted back to Drew and he looked PISSED OFF. Like, if he was a cartoon, he'd have smoke coming out of his ears. Maybe throwing a cheeseburger at his face infront of all his peers was a bad move.... Nah, that idiot knocked it to the ground. He certainly can eat it too. Despite how justified I felt, I took Riley's advice and sprinted for my car, hearing Drew's angry breaths as he chased after me. So, what did you guys think of this chapter? Did Drew deserve the face full of dirt-burger, or should Natalie have minded her own business? Don't forget to vote and comment! Bye!