Page 37 of Reckless Hate

As soon as the ball came, she swung her arm in a powerful shot. The ball hit its target right on the butt. The next three balls followed the same way, each hitting her target.

There were loud shrieks and Keya Gupta lost her balance on one of the tennis balls and went tumbling down to the ground. The shrieking got even louder.

“Oh my God!” Keya wailed. “She broke my leg!”

Keya’s sidekicks made a huge ruckus too, while Samantha calmly continued her practice.

Keya made several threats before leaving.

“You won’t get away with this! You don’t know who I am!”

Keya and her sidekicks were eventually escorted out when the coach and the rest of the team arrived.

Samantha sighed. She didn’t like using violence to settle situations, but thanks to her enemy, he brought out the worst in her.

Later that evening, she headed back to her housing unit. Not wanting to risk her clothes being stolen again, she decided to shower in her own bathroom. She was going to go to the workshop later.

She was nearing the housing unit when she saw a group of guys standing around a tree, laughing. She almost passed by when she saw a petite figure cowering against the tree. She recognized the girl. It was her roommate, Anita.

There were other students who were walking by, but none of them seemed to be bothered about what was happening.

Samantha took a deep breath, trying to ignore the scene like the others.

It’s none of my business.

Even though a part of her didn’t want to get involved, another stronger part of her objected to the scene. She began walking towards her roommate.

“What’s happening here?” she asked, her tone casual.

Anita Nair looked at her. There were tears hovering in the girl’s eyes.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the guys asked. “Mind your damn business.”

“Wait. She’s that new girl from France who banged Ved Simha in the men’s shower area and has something going on.”

“Are you here to give us an offer too?”

There was laughter.

“Anita, come with me,” Samantha said in a calm tone.

Her roommate looked grateful and was about to join her when one of the guys shoved her back against the tree. “Where the hell are you going? We are not done with you.”

“Don’t touch her,” Samantha warned in a calm voice.

“Or what?” a guy demanded, getting into her face. “What will you do, bitch?”

She flipped open the small purse she always carried. Then taking a small can out, she pointed it at the guy. “This.”

She sprayed into his eyes before kneeing him hard between his legs.

The guy began screaming. Another guy came to grab at her hand, and she turned to spray into his eyes as well before kicking him on the guy’s shin. Her tennis shoes were soft, but she put enough force to make it hurt.

The guys’ screams finally got everyone's attention, and the other two guys looked uncertain before running away and not wanting to get into trouble. The injured guys left as well.

“We’ll get back at you soon, bitch!” one of the guys shouted before limping away.

Samantha sighed. Yet again, she was getting unwanted attention.

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