The Challenge
Tyler balled his fingers into a solid fist. The sound of his knuckles cracking echoed in the gas station. His aura of intimidation radiated like a thick, suffocating blanket.
Duke broke into a cold sweat immediately. He had never been in a fight because his wealthy parents pampered and protected him. The young heir immediately fired up his bike to leave. Was Tyler actually raring to fight? Was he out of his mind?
“What would I gain from beating you up here?” the Hilton heir said nervously. “Delinquents like you are accustomed to rolling in the mud like feral pigs. Don’t expect me to stoop to your level and sully my hands! Yuck!”
Tyler put on a mocking smirk. “Your words sound like the whimpers of a scaredy cat!”
Duke gritted his teeth and looked around at the gas station. A crowd had already gathered around the duo to be entertained by their standoff.