Tyler
When Angel pulled the woman by his hand, and the woman cried out with her pretty lips, I looked around with horror.
In the distance, a police officer stood by the mall door entrance, and he was observing the surroundings like he was on a job.
I wanted to shake my head and grab Angel's shoulder to ask him what the hell he was doing. He was acting like a jealous boyfriend.
Nothing makes sense.
People were beginning to stare and turning their heads toward us; some of them had their phones out, and I reached out to grab Angel's wrist harshly but gently at the same time.
"Enough!"
Angel turned to me with red eyes, nearly bursting out, and his cheeks were pale like he was about to break down. For some reason, this sent my heart into a drive.
"Enough madness! Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend; this is considered an assault, and there's a cop right behind you. If you don't want to get arrested, then stop acting like a hooligan."
