Your P.O.V
I was walking under a bridge. This has always been my favorite place since I was a little girl.
I sit down and just think to myself. I look away for one second and feel some grab me and cover my mouth. Another one comes in front of me.
I hit him with my forehead and take him out.
I fight against the one holding me. However, I can't get him off me.
He calls over 3 guys to help him hold me down. I kick the one in front of me in the groin. He gets back up and punches me.
Suddenly, I hear gunshots and one of the three musketeers falls. Then another falls. So, I take on the other one.
I give him a kick to the stomach knocking the wind out of him. I used my momentum to flip him over and bang his head against the floor. I stare at his lifeless face before standing.
"You should be more careful." I turn around and see someone.
I realize that he's the one who took out the two guys.
I look into his crystal blue eyes.
"I didn't ask for your help dickwad," I replied, pushing my hair out of my face. He gave me a slight smile.
"Well aren't you a little bad ass. You would have been dead if it wasn't for me." He retorted.
"Why thank you, my knight, in shining armor! Is that what you wanted to hear?" I rolled my eyes at him. I can take care of myself.
"It would be better if you dropped the sarcasm but you're welcome." I start to walk away, but then I turn around.
"Who the hell are you anyway?" I ask.
"Don't worry about it. How about you try not to get jumped again?" He said before turning around.
I give him a smile. Thanks, asshole.
But that asshole's kinda cute....