If Subsets eyes could burn holes into the girls head, then she would be dead. There was no smile on her face, only a cold, hard stare. She saw the girl look back at once and threateningly cracked her knuckles, and then her neck, only saying “Move it,” in a harsh tone.
Heather picked up the pace and turned away. Her freckled face was already losing color. Shit, Sunset looked confident. And.. Heather knew that jewelry and things tended to get ripped off in fights.
Even though she promised her dad to take care of and never remove that pendant, the teen began unhooking it from her neck and placed it into one of her bags.
“Sorry, Dad..” She whispered.
Taking it off went against what she promised, but if that also meant taking care of it, she’d be okay, right? She didn’t know what Sunset would do if she found out how important that thing was to her.
Eventually, Sunset made her way into a nearby alley way. It was poorly light, quiet and absolutely perfect for what was about to take place. She stripped off her jacket, and then her shirt, revealing her lightly toned stomach underneath. She stretched out her arms a few times, before pulling herself into and semi-crouch boxing stance, fists protective in front of her face.
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