Sabel's P.O.V.
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~ Over a year later ~
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~ Age: 18 ~
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"Yo, Sab, you got some time to practice on me and my friend here?" Paxon asked as he walked into the shop with the man I'm growing to hate more than anything in the world.
"No," I stated, looking right at Isaiah.
The a.sshole just smirked at me, like he enjoys getting under my skin.
"Come on, pretty lady, I tip nice," he said, leaning against the counter as he blatantly checked me out.
"I just threw up in my mouth a little bit, hold on," I said as I covered my mouth and walked back to my work station.
"You're so feisty," Isaiah laughed as he and Pax walked over. "Someone's gonna break that one day."
I stopped what I was doing
