16 Trouble 1 (2/2)

Noah's voice carried his comments to three of the four guys. Two of them looked at one another, communicating without words. The third turned all the way to stare us down.

I flinched, and tried to shift my body behind Noah, but he wasn't having it. He threw an arm around my shoulders, keeping me at his side. ”Look pass them and into the cage. Mr. Tall and Buff has already missed two, fouled three, and hit three. Ok four fouls now.”

I cringed at his narrating, not even daring to look. I kept my eyes on my shoes, praying Noah would lose interest and we could move on.

”Foul. Foul. Foul.” Noah told me about the rest of his pitches. ”Wow. Lame. Seven fouls. Three hits. And two misses. He's not even close to your level.”

I wish I could be invisible. Why isn't this over yet? The guy has already finished his token so we should definitely leave now.

”You got something to say brat?” A pair of shoes came into my line of sight and I feel ten seconds away from fainting in fright. Noah basically summoned a demon before us.

I glanced up and it was the bald guy. Great. The scariest looking one. I nudged Noah, trying to move us away from this potential fight.

But Noah stayed firm. In fact, he merely scoffed at the baldy. ”What's there to say? I was just telling my friend what was happening in the cage since he couldn't see clearly.”

I didn't dare to look up at the baldy. ”Brat. You trying to say you can do better.”

”Nope. Not at all. But my friend can. In fact, he could do it left-handed.”

Oh god. If you exist, please make me disappear.