Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 72

His cronies were stunned. No one in this area ever dared to defy Waheed. Juniper was the first. She was unbelievably audacious.

“Nothing to say?” Juniper shot Waheed a cool glance. “If you’re buying something, get in line. If not, get lost.”

Ignoring them completely, she turned to the counter and calmly placed her order. “I’ll have a lemonade, half sugar, no ice.”

“Uh, okay!”

Dolce, snapping out of her daze, scurried back to her spot and quietly ordered.

“Waheed, that little bitch just humiliated you!” one of his lackeys hissed. “If word gets out that you can’t even handle a girl, how are you going to show your face in Eclara City again?”

Waheed was used to being in charge, and he had never been so disrespected. That struck a nerve. He had to defend Yolanda’s honor.

This girl Juniper had been thrown out into the slums, with no one to care about her. So what if she died? Besides, his family owned everything around here; erasing some security footage would be a piece of cake.

“Like hell you’re getting a drink!” Waheed threw his cigarette butt to the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and stomped toward Juniper.

“Smash all their drinks!”

Today, he was going to teach these arrogant students from Aurora High a lesson they’d never forget. From now on, they would know to bow their heads whenever they saw an Eclara High student.

“Juniper, look out!” Queenie screamed, trying to run and stop him, but it was too late.

Juniper, her back to Waheed, didn’t move.

Her hearing was exceptionally sharp. The instant Waheed was close enough to touch the cups, she sidestepped to the right and shifted her left leg slightly forward.

Waheed’s upper body lunged into empty space. His feet tangled, and he lost his balance, pitching forward uncontrollably.

BAM!

“If she fights back, beat the shit out of her,” he raged. “My dad can afford to pay for a hundred dead peasants from Moultlands!”

“Yes, Waheed.”

At his command, the cronies stripped off their uniform jackets and advanced menacingly toward Juniper.

“Juniper, we have to run!” Queenie and Dolce shouted in unison. These guys were known for being reckless. No matter how badly the other person got hurt, they always walked away without consequences.

“Hm?” Juniper stood her ground, took a few more sips, then handed the cup to a terrified Dolce. “Hold this. Stand over there. Don’t spill it.”

The two girls just stared at her.

“Wait.” Juniper couldn’t resist. She took the cup back and had another sip. “This is really good. I’m getting another one later.”

What? Dolce and Queenie were dumbfounded. Was this really the time to be reviewing milkshakes? A whole group of guys was about to beat up one girl… She was going to get destroyed!