154: Hard Hits

Camilla "Seems like she was bored of you." I gave Shawn a taunting smirk after the blonde had traipsed away. "I totally agree," Drake agreed with a laugh. "So tell me, what do you fools want?" Shawn asked us coldly with a hard face. "I suggest we talk this in private," Drake told him. "Why should we?" Shawn asked, still making an angry face. "Cause you don't want us creating a scene," I said to him. "Well, I'm not going anywhere with you," Shawn said. "You better do that," Drake brought out lowly to him. "Or what?" Shawn furrowed his brows in anger. Drake glanced at me. "Should I do that right now?" "Go ahead." I nodded. It was about time. Shawn was so confused. "What are you two talking about...." Drake threw a hard punch at his face, and he shifted backward. Drake punched Shawn again, and this time, his phone fell out of his pocket. I had to pick it up. Some people looked in our direction, and I smiled at them as I said loudly, "Don't worry, it's no big deal. Just a bun