I should have known when I saw Pesky Paul get on the bus that he was going to pull some s**t like this. I should have told him to get off before my angel got on, but I didn't. I guess that's what I get for having a tiny amount of faith in people. Now he's harassing her, and it's my goddamn fault.
Pesky Paul's a regular around town, usually in coffee shops and outdoor patios. He likes to pester women who are alone and has gotten handsy once or twice, which had landed him in jail, but today I guess he decided he'd switch things up and try the bus routes. But if he thinks I'm going to let him try his game with her, he's got another thing coming.
"Before you make me?" he asks, almost laughing. "The hell you gonna do, pal?"
I feel my blood starting to boil. Clenching my fists at my sides, I
