Reilley's POV
"Let go of me!" I gathered all my strength and pushed him. He barely moved.
I scooted away from him and show him my fists. He stared at me. Amusement is visible in his eyes. He likes what he's seeing, huh? Bring it on freak. My fists may be small but they're well trained on pulling root crops. I'll pull that fear inside that air buffed body of yours.
He smirked.
"You think I'll just let you bully me?" I blurted. He picked the picture I've dropped on the floor and stared at it for good three seconds. He put his hands in his pockets and remained silent.
"Bring it on chicken. I may be small but I can knock you out with just one punch like a stick," I provoked. The arrogance in my voice doesn't really match my physical appearance but who cares? I'd rather try my luck on scaring him off than just let him get his way.
Others might be scared of him but I'm not on the list.
He's still watching me. He's looking directly on my eyes and for some reason, I find it more terrifying. He