74 A Girls Challenge Letter (2/2)

The boys hung back at the gates, watching the girl who boldly strutted up to me and held out a letter. I must admit her neatly painted pink manicured nails on tapered fingers was a pretty sight.

”Don't be late,” she said in a sweet voice that sent icy s.h.i.+vers down my spine.

”h.e.l.lo, Beautiful.” War drew her attention to him with a charming smile that seemed to have unbalanced her demeanour as she let him remove the letter from her hands whilst staring transfixed on his smile.

”Good morning, Princess.” Death greeted her with a polite and manly smile that made her head turn, blue eyes go wide with delight and b.r.e.a.s.t.s heave with laboured breath.

She took a shaky step back.

”Whatever.” She managed to look away and turned on her heels with a flick of her black ponytail, storming back to the waiting boys.

”Beautiful women always smell nice.” War grinned dreamingly. ”Wouldn't mind gettin meh hands on that rack.”

”Ugh. Crude. Like that girl would want an unrefined cradle robber like you.” I hastily signed and s.n.a.t.c.hed the letter out of his hand.

”Cradle robber? She ain't be a year younger than meh.”

The scent of strawberries and cream wafted up our noses as I opened the envelop.

”Ooh the scent of a woman.” Death smiled sweetly with deep blushes to his cheeks.

”Too bad Famisto. Since yah already claimed.” War patted my back. ”Leaves the girl candy for Death and meh.”

Like I would be interested. She was definitely no comparison to my Colonel.

I carefully pulled out the perfume scented paper within, which was a sweet challenge letter that called me to the forest section beyond something called a football field at lunch time. War explained that it was the field with the H-posts.

I smugly waved the letter before my brothers, clearly showing the sight of only my name on at the top. ”Looks like I'll meet this girl's challenge on my own.”

”You need our help! Those men will rough you up. Being deaf can leave you at a disadvantage.” Death eagerly volunteered with War adding on his support.

Mean! My brothers were way too keen for a girl they had just met and one that wanted to harm me to boot. How'd we sure she'd even be there? For all we know, she was just delivering the message. Well whatever. They probably were right about arriving with numbers.

”Fine. Do what you like.” I signed and pocketed the letter.

”Disadvantaged my a.s.s. Being deaf makes me a meaner challenger. Death, you should know this better than anyone.” I pouted and power walked a head of them.

Our walks turned to sprints when the first bell rang.

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