Chapter 173 - – Cassette Tapes (2/2)
The feminist side of Rowan snaps as she turns around with a very polite smile on her face. ”Were you talking to me?”
”Duh,” the randy boy snickered as his friends laughed shrilly in accompaniment.
”By my count, there are three other girls present within the store,” Rowan calmly stated. ”You could easily be referring to them as you and I are complete and utter strangers.”
”Pfft, only if you want to be,” the teenage boy leered as did the rest of his friends.
”Ah, well, I very much would like to keep it that way,” Rowan coldly said as a chill began to permeate the air around her.
The crew cut teen wasn't one to easily give up as he shifted his hips up and down suggestively, before rubbing his hand over his growing body member. ”We don't need to talk, just move, babe.”
”I don't suppose you've ever heard of Syphilis or AIDS, have you?” Rowan said with a grim expression.
”Syphia-what?” The boys said.
”I thought not,” Rowan bluntly said. ”Given that you undoubtedly don't use any means of protection, I'm sure that you're just about as diseased as your common Victorian-era gigolo.”
”B*tch, did you just call me, a whore?” The randy boy growled as his friends nervously took a step back.
”I don't see anyone else who claims to have been with so many others, do you?” Rowan loudly snickered. ”And besides, I'd never insult a street girl as she gets paid for her services. You, on the other hand, offer them up for free.”
”Oh, that's it!” The crew cut teen exclaimed as he rushed forward with his fist raised. ”I'm going to show-.” The randy sod wasn't even able to finish his sentence as suddenly he found a painful fist just under his ribcage.
Instantly the air went out of his lungs as a follow-up jab smashed into his face. A loud crack is heard as his nose breaks and blood begins to pour out. Choking, he is unable to breath as a third counter rises up from the below and hits him straight under his chin causing another loud crack to be heard as his jaw craws and he faints straight onto the floor in pain.
The entire store is silent as they can hardly believe their eyes as the tall, posh girl easily beat the living crap out of the teenage boy. His friends are in utter shock as Rowan reaches into her pocket for a tissue to wipe the blood off of her hand. ”You really should get him to the nearest hospital. I'm fairly certain I broke his nose and at least cracked his jaw. It'd be rather terrible if he choked on his blood,” Rowan calmly explained as his pale friends hurried forward to hastily carry him out of the store.
The rest of the store customers seem rather startled at how easily she dwelt with the situation. But more importantly how nonchalance she was about the entire situation. The teen boy who had previously tried to flirt with her sighed in private relief at having wisely opted out to leave her alone.
The shocked air is broken as the grungy cashier returns with two boxes of cassette players with headphones. ”Here,” the cashier grumbled as he began to ring her up without even glancing at her. ”That will be-.”
Rowan doesn't really listen as she hands over the bills for the cashier to take. Wincing slightly, she noticed that her red fists were a bit sore. She was rather out of shape. Her hands simply were not used to hitting others anymore.
”Here's your change,” the cashier loudly said in annoyance as he began to put the purchases in a brown bag. ”Have a nice day,” the cashier dully called out as he handed over the paper brown bag, before returning to his magazine. In fact, he even ignored the burst of whispers that started the minute that the present customer left the store. It wasn't his problem; he was just here to man the till.