Chapter 52: Playing Tennis
Jules’ pov
I had my eyes squeezed shut as I puffed out strained breaths from my nose and mouth. My left hand clutched my stomach where the tennis ball had hit, and my right hand was still around the tennis bat. The team had suggested we start practicing today so we can all know our strong and weak members.
When I blinked my eyes open, I glanced sideways and my gaze locked with Blaze, and he looked very furious, causing me to gulp timidly.
Blaze glanced at the other side of the field, towards where the predator who had purposely targeted the ball at my stomach was snickering with his friends. As soon as the predators noticed Blaze’s gaze, they all tensed up at once, laughter drying up.
Blaze remained silent and moments later, I repositioned myself and gripped the tennis bat with two hands again, eyes trained on the ball which packed more strength than it looked.
This time, I was against a different predator, and once again, he purposely directed the ball towards my leg.
A cry tore past my mouth as I dropped the bat and sank into the grass, clutching my calf. At once, I noticed as Blaze crossed the room and grasped the collar of the predator. In the next moment, he was punching him right in the nose.
My mouth fell open in horror. Blood rushed from the nose of the punched predator, because Blaze punched him again and again in the same spot.
The predator didn’t fight back, and no one tried to stop Blaze. Instead, they all watched the scene unfold with shock on their faces. Once Blaze let go of the predator, his friends rushed to him at once, while Blaze walked over to the first guy who had directed the ball to hit my stomach.
"This is the shit y’all do here? Mess with preys who don’t know shit about this fucking game?" He demanded, and even though the predator tried acting like he was unfazed, the tremor in his voice betrayed him as he spoke.
"We w- we’re just having fun..."