“Wait, what is it that you are eating? ”
I asked, a bit surprised.
At his feet lies a bulky sack of. . . who knows if it’s more than oranges in there? (Hmph)
How on earth can someone with such vehemence to escape posthaste, from his crime scene without forethought of his loyal scandalous confederates, possibly possesses the balls to haul along a big bulky sack, packed full of stolen fruits,
“and– how? Tilting my head while stirring my sclera in the opposite direction, as curiosity breaks my speech,
I mean how did you get to flee the garden with that?” I asked with total curiosity pointing towards the sack.
But instead of answering my questions, he threw up a cherry, right into the air above his head grabbed it, bit into it, and started to chew. Seems like my words are wasting out here in the void of nature.
Whilst his silence chewing of the fruit persists, I can sense mockery in the air as though, some of the boys are pointing towards our direction chatting sordidly and laughing hysterically…
I was totally pissed off by Jude’s reaction to what was apparently annoying to me, I felt a burning rage, surge through my head, my hands were shaking nervously in response to the anger building inside of me,
I tightened my finger into a fist and with two strides I was near enough, giving a powerful kick enough to send the contents in the sack spilling about.
For a moment, I thought I had kicked a cornucopia. If it wasn’t for the fact I was aware I had actually kicked a ‘sack’ containing fruits of sorts.
Alerted! The boys reassemble with a stance that spelled violence, but it is what I am used to,
I am not bothered!
Still unmoved by my actions, Jude rest his back against the Teak he sat by, I pulled him up by his collar, and barked at him “are you gonna give me an answer now?”
He smirked.
“Hey man, don’t be so stupid, what’s the big deal now huh?” I heard someone say from the boys surrounding already,
“Are you nuts?!” another boy said in an upset tone
“What’s going on here?” I heard an approaching voice, and with instantaneous recognition, I replied “the saved question has to be asked, but a bit dramatic.”
“Are you done?” Kyle replied… “Am I done?” “Huh!”
“Yeah, you heard me loud and clear. Shithead!”
He snapped back, coming through to the scenery like some projected robot.
Releasing Jude’s clothes, I approached him menacingly, “trying to interfere now, huh? Thought you felt unconcerned, so why the sudden change now?” I queried.
“Interfere, you said? Why should I?”
“I mean, you need to be more logical, you’re blinded by densely ludicrous emotions” He retorted.
That had justified my next action,
“Maybe you’re right, work on yourself. Jerk!” I was triggered, whilst the furious furrows deepen my brows, and tightened my fingers into a readymade tool for a weaponless clash.
Feeling the need to take out my anger on anybody else but Jude, even though he was the cause, but these boys verbally assaulting is more infuriating, without further hesitation; I longed no cap but revealed my hair, as I attempted bashing his face in, he ducked my move, grabbed me by the waist and attempted to throw me off balance, but I stood on my pivot and swung around.
Proud of my little wrestling experiences and tricks under my belt, Kyle was no match,
So I pushed forward holding tight unto his arm, then feinted a tired movement without releasing my grip, I retreated backward
But suddenly, I stamped my left foot behind his right heel. . . .
With a little energetic push again Kyle was spread on the ground, pinning him down right beneath me I furiously deposited swift few punches on his face, before feeling multiple holds on me,
Breathing slowly and quite exhausted I got grabbed up now and already separated from Kyle.
“You’ve gotta get your ass out there fetch yourself a better living, not impulsively pouncing on everyone like an ill-nutured wretched being.” Clears throat and continued as he pocketed his fists striding towards me,