Lisa's P.O.V.
While recca and I were enjoying our break, we noticed the guy, the rich spoiled best who had splashed muddy water on us earlier. He saw us and approached with a smirk.
"Lisa, Lisa, we're doomed. He's coming. Let's run for our lives," recca said, shaking with fear.
"What are you scared of? He can't do anything," I replied confidently.
The guy and his minions arrived, and he taunted, "well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in."
"What do you want, brat?" I asked, noticing the anger in his eyes.
He demanded respect, gritting his teeth. "You don't own this school, and I can't give you the kind of respect you're looking for."
Angry, he threatened, "I'll surely deal with you. Mark my words,"
I grinned, dismissing him, "I don't waste time on empty threats. You're all talks and no action."
The bell rang, signaling the end of break.
"Look, I've got things to do, and I definitely don't need pests hovering around. Let's go, recca," I said dragging her away.
As we left, he warned again, "I'll surely deal with you."
I chuckled. "I've heard that before. Actions speak louder than words brat."
Inigo's P.O.V.
"Inigo, that girl has a lot of nerve talking to you like that," Peter exclaimed.
"She's really got some nerves," James added.
"Don't worry, Inigo. We'll deal with her," reassured Dax, my best friend.
"Come on, guys, let's go to class. We'll think of something by then," suggested John, one of the twins.
"Inigo, seriously, she needs to learn some manners," Peter chimed in.
James nodded in agreement, "yeah, who does she think she is?"
Dax, always supportive, added, "we've got your back, Inigo. We can't let her get away with that attitude."
As we walked to class, John, the practical thinker, suggested, "let's figure out a solid plan to handle this. We can't let her think she can treat you that way."
The discussion continued as we brainstormed ideas, determined to address the situation when the right moment came.
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