Chapter 2
Misha Lewis. Born on a beautiful 5th day of January. She's 5 feet and 8 inches. Long haired, with a perfect body. She's already 25 and currently engaged to someone named Lyndon Lincoln. She's a natural beauty. Her brows, arched perfectly on her gorgeous face. She has grayish eyes and a beautifully carved lips. It's a kissable pinkish lips.
On the other side, Misha is the one and only daughter of Michele and Shane Lewis. Her parents were also models back then in their youthful days. They fell inlove when they've shared works together and that's why Misha came. Obviously, her name was a combination of her parents names.
Growing like in a military camp. It was the best description on how she grew up. She was raised by her grandfather in a strictest way possible. When she turned 15, she returned to the city and lived with her parents. She adapted the city life quickly. She mingled like an ordinary teenager but bullies will be bullies and they did not spared Misha.
She is a beauty thus many girls envy her.
"You! How dare you show-off?!" said one of the girls. She's shorter by 5 inches in height with Misha. "Huh?" asked Misha blindly. She really don't know what is the girl talking about. She basically don't know that many girls envied her because she really don't care.
"You're acting innocent! Wow! How come there's such a thick-skinned women like you?" the girl asked tauntingly.
"What are you talking about? Anyway, can you all just move? I can't pa.s.s through." Misha said. She's about to get irritated by them. She really don't know why these girls were acting so mean to her.
"And would you think we will let you?" retorted the girl sarcastically. Misha snapped. She had a low tolerance in regards with people like her.
"Let me pa.s.s through or else be sorry." she said in a low voice. She's holding her anger. "We won't!" said the girl stubbornly. "Okay, fine. Just don't be sorry after. " Misha warned them.
"Girl, you don't have to do this. It will be painful for you." Duke said as he was like advising the other party to clear the way for them. "Huh?! What can you do? We're 10. You are just alone, well your companion seems more girly than you are?" the girl said mocking at Duke.
Duke was angry and so is Misha.
They nodded with each other. Duke stand in the sideways. Duke knew Misha could handle those troublesome brats. He knew that Misha is a blackbelter in taekwondo, judo and jujitsu. She even knew kung fu. So, to her, they were a piece of cake.
The girls ganged her up but could not even hold her skirt. There were 10 of them but could not beat her. She ran around and the girls chased her up. Duke on the otherhand, watching on the sideways licking his lollipop.
One of the girls grabbed him from behind. He was startled.
"Come on, I don't hit girls.." said Duke while raising his hands. "Misha, how about your friend?" asked the girl grabbing Duke's hair. "Ouch!" exclaiming Duke due to pain. He really don't want to hurt girls so, he just let her grab his hair. Seeing this, Misha went to the girl whose grabbing Duke's hair. She grabbed her wrist and the girl released Duke due to pain.
"Aww.. It hurts! Let me go!" said the girl tearing up. Misha let her go. "If you come again and block my way, be sure to prepare an ambulance!" Misha glared and warned them. "Come on Duke, its already late."
From then on, no one dared to bully Misha. She's seen as a monster by the girls and preferred to be a wallflower than to be a punching bag by her.
Remembering this, Duke can only shake his head. He really can't imagine his bestfriend's marriage life. 'She's really troublesome.' He thought.