"Mary Janice Davidson - Dying For Ice Cream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"Ow!"

"Get off me!"

"Kill yourself on your own time, dammit! But don't do it in
front of me and then expect me to watch."

"I asked you to go!"

"Yeah, well, you didn't say the magicтАФowwwww!"

Another small fist flew, and there was another explosion in
his head. She was petite and delicate, but she had a left hook
like an undercover cop.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you," he groaned, clutching his
head where, he was sure, a large lump was rising.

She brought her knee up. Right where he wanted it least.
Pain exploded through his lower abdomen, and for one long
moment, he was afraid he was going to throw up on her
furious face.

He slowly rolled over, wanting to huddle on the cafeteria
floor, and she leaned over him. "I'm sorry," she said in a low
voice, biting her lip. "I didn't mean to get you that hard. But
you had it coming," she added.

"Ggghhhhhhhh," he said.

Abruptly, she was yanked off him. He slowly sat up, fighting
the urge to clutch his privates, and saw a hospital security
guard standing over them.

"Thank God you're here!" he groaned. "Another few punches
and I'd have been down for the count."

"What's going on, kids?" The guard was tall, very tall,
extremely tall. Austin decided the guard wouldn't be so big
once he stood up...then he realized he was standing. Hunched
over, but standing. The guard's left hand was bigger than
Austin's whole head. Hell, the guard's middle finger was
probably bigger than Austin's whole head. And the guard did
not look happy. "Tell me quick, or you can tell the folks down
at Juvie Hall."
 "I'll tell you what's going on," the girl snapped. "This thug
attacked me! I was minding my own business, having a little
snackтАФ"