I'm not your mate

Jaxson stepped forward, and I placed a hand on his arm. He looked down at me, confused. "I've got this. "I can handle myself." I turned back to Sarah, who looked ready to tear my arm off. "Do you really want another go at it?" I asked, "Did you not learn from the other two times?"

"Get your hands off my mate!" She growled.

"You're not my mate!" How many times do I have to tell you that? "What the hell is wrong with you?" Jaxson said.

"She is what's wrong with me!" She yelled, "Ever since she came here, you've changed!"

"Yeah, that's because I've found my mate." He said it as if it were so obvious.

"I'm your mate!" She shouted, and it was then that I realized a crowd had formed.

She went on and on, ranting and raving. It was really starting to get annoying. I pulled my fist back, and it connected with her jaw, sending her into a knocked-out heap on the floor. "Finally, she shuts up!" I said, shaking my head. "She was really starting to get on my nerves."