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"So, who's this guy? Bodyguard or boyfriend?"
Mike asks, his eyes snapping over to me.
                          
Brook reaches for my hand silently, her little hand shaking in mine.
                          
I tense up even more.
                          
"Come on, Teddy. Let's just go."
She says quietly, her voice begging me to obey.
                          
She knows what I'm thinking.
                          
She knows that I want to mop the floor with this asshole's face.
                          
Just the thought of her hugging up on and kissing him makes me want to choke him.
                          
She's mine.
She's been mine, she was mine first.
                          
Mike scoffs glaring nastily at the both of us.
                          
"You guys are just too cute. I wasn't good enough, huh? I bet you think that nobody is better than you. You walk around, glaring and acting like you're above everyone else."
He hisses, his smirk permanant.
                          
"Don't you dare say another word about my girl, you dumbass piece of shit."
I threaten, ignoring the way she squeezes my hand when I take a step forward.
                          
"Ooh, I'm so scared. What are you going to do, hit me?"
He waves me off.
                          
He doesn't know me.
He doesn't know that when I raise my fist, I down lower it until someone's unconscious.
                          
"Teddy-"
                          
"You must have a death wish."
I growl, letting go of Brook's hand.
                          
Mike just stuffs his hands in his pockets and laughs mockingly.
                          
"Boy are you whipped. You willing to get your ass beat for her? She must have let you hit that. She's a real freak, isn't she? I always knew she was but she acted like a nigga's dick wasn't good enough."
He is cackling now, his shoulders shaking.
                          
She huffs beside me.
                          
Words like that hurt her, I know they do.
                          
"Why don't you go crawl back into your mom's basement, asshole?"
She snaps, her face red with anger.
                          
"Ah, she finally speaks. I knew you were holding back, babe. God, I miss that mouth of yours."
He says fondly, reaching his hand out to touch her face.
                          
She flinches back.
                          
"Aye. Keep your hands off of her."
I growl, stepping in front of her and pushing him back roughly.
                          
I will admit, he can say anything he wants about her and I won't hit him but one thing nobody will do is touch her.
                          
He might have AIDs or something.
                          
"Ooh."
Someone instigates, followed by a whistle as his back hits the wall.
                          
He looks shocked, but only for a second.
                          
"You done really fucked up now."
He says, raising his fists.
                          
I try to also, but a hand shoots out and grabs my right one.
                          
"Back up, Brook. I don't want you getting hurt."
I growl lowly, my eyes trained on his fists.
                          
"Teddy, stop it. You're causing a scene. Please don't fight him. Let's just go."
She begs, tugging on my wrist.
                          
I look away slowly, just now noticing our audience.
                          
Everyone is crowded around us.
                          
I hesitate.
                          
Not because I'm a scared little bitch either, I've actually been in more than enough fights.
                          
I hesitate because my baby girl is present for this one.