Roommate/Guardian Angel || Dxmiurge
Her knuckles hurt, but not nearly as much as the face of the boy in front of her, probably. He was at least a head taller than her, probably about to get his degree, but judging by the way he was clutching his bleeding nose, he didn't look like he'd go on fighting.
"This is not over," he spat at her glaring through the tears.
"You bet your ass it isn't," America hissed back. "I see you around him again and you start loosing teeth, understood?"
He didn't answer, just left followed by his friends, who'd been to shocked to intervene in the fight. America waited until they'd left before turning to the scrawny kid who'd turned into her roommate just that week.
"You okay there, Kaplan?"