Soul for a Girlfriend?

Chapter 202 - Beating Some Sense Into Him

"Bitch, what's the attitude for? Huh!?" Yelling at her, the guy advanced his arm and went to grab her hand again, but before he could touch her, I grabbed his forearm as his eyes shifted towards me, "You… is she playing you too?"

"Not really." I replied, as he snatched his arm out of my grip and stepped back while looking at Kizhashi with a wry smile and mocking her, "Kizhashi-san, I was expecting you to be shallow but playing with two…"

"Bruh, shut up." I intervened because this was getting boring and irritating at that point. The boy was just embarrassing himself at that point, as he looked me in the eye and threatened me, "What, you got a problem?"

"She rejected you, accept it." Shaking my head politely, I replied in a plain tone as he again complained, "But why!? She clearly is enjoying boys being around her. That's it!"

"She is a whore!" He yelled those words, clearly with the intention of hurting her as much as he could with his words as I glanced over at Kizhashi, who was standing next to me. She had a confused look on her face because she wasn't able to comprehend what the other guy was talking about. Being baffled, the only thing she could utter was, "What the…"

"See my dude, just because a girl you liked rejected you, doesn't mean you should call her names." I said, but it didn't look like something his thick skull can process since the only thing he wanted from her was her body. And the irony was that he was calling her shallow..

As I finished saying, the dude paced towards me and grabbed my collar and stared into my eyes while yelling at my face, "And who the fuck are you to tell me?"

The way he said that to me, and his tone pissed me off terrible, but I was trying to keep my cool as I said in a polite way, "Dude?" 

"What's up?! Huh?!" But he wasn't looking to talk. I could tell that in his eyes that he was only intending to talk with his fists as he pushed back, and I said in a plain tone, "The second she rejects you, she becomes a whore?"

"Yes, she is a whore! WHORE!" He walked close to me as he said that to my face and pushed me again with both of his hands, as I staggered back and lost my balance.

"Oi, stop! Both of you!" I heard her voice, as I glanced at her and said in a calm tone, "I'm not doing anything…"

"Do something? You scared, little bitch?" He again walked closer to me as his head was touching mine and again pushed me with all his strength and pushed again as my bag fell from my shoulders. I lost my foot and fell as my knee hit the concrete pretty hard. Looking down at me, he said, "And what will you do? Huh?"

With an ear to ear grin, he leaned down towards me and yelled, opening his mouth wide as a few drops of his spit fell on my face, "Whore… see what will…"

That was it for me. I was usually a cool guy, but I ain't letting anyone talk to my face like that and on top of that spit on me. He was well aware of what he was doing.

Before he could finish his sentence, grabbing his collar and I pulled him down, and quickly formed a fist with my left hand, which was followed by a punch under his chin as he staggered back and instantly charged at me.

He swung his arm at me, as I stepped back slightly and his arm grazed my shirt. Grabbing his arm with my left arm, and using his own momentum against him, I pinned him on the road with his elbows locked as he struggled for a while but realised that it was futile. 

The grin on his face was nowhere to be seen, as I was the one looking down on him. He was holding his chin with one of his hands while eyes were gazing at me. He wasn't actually expecting me to fight back.

"Don't talk to me like that. And I think it's pretty clear that she doesn't like you, so I hope you won't bother her anymore." I said as I let go of his arm and he turned around to look at me. His dark eyes were looking at me with a dejected look in them.

Looking at him sitting on the road with a dirty shirt and messed up uniform, I knew that he wouldn't bother her again. These types of people only stop if someone superior to them in terms of strength is telling them to.

I picked up my bag and sled it over my shoulder. I walked past the dude without even looking at him, as he was quite surprised at that moment to say anything.

Kizhashi looked at me walking off, and then at that guy, and then again at me as she paced up and caught up to me. With a baffled look on her face, she yelled at me, "Sakamaki! What the fuck!?"

"He had that coming." I replied in a plain tone as I was again back to calm and cool composure. Though the dude just randomly got an uppercut from a guy he didn't even know. I was also sure of one fact: that he won't bug Kizhashi again, even though I punched him out of my own interest.

"Why would you just punch him like that!?" she asked as I replied in a bitter tone, "You expect me to tolerate that shit?"

"No… like I wasn't expecting you to do that." She averted her eyes from me and mumbled under her breath as I sighed and replied, "I lost my cool."

"Jeez… where did you learn to fight like that?" Kizhashi said, giving me a side glance with her narrowed eyes, as I replied in a plain tone, "Self defence."

"You definitely… that wasn't self defense!" Rolling her eyes, she replied as I explained, "He started the attack. I was trying to talk things out."

Violence was always the last resolution for me, but for some reason, some people don't understand words until it's beaten into them. What I did back there was literally, 'Beating some sense into him.'