I hear Fera let out an exhausted sigh from behind me. The tiredness of the situation could be heard within the sigh. "I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me with no options."

 She steps forward until she is standing beside me. "Can I have your wrist for a second?" The question is directed towards me while she keeps her gaze locked on him. 

"Sure," I reply, placing my wrist into her opened palm that is presented to me. Slender fingers wrap around my wrist, and she lifts it until it meets his direct eye-line. 

 "You see this," she says, "looks familiar, doesn't it?" 

They are clearly talking about the bracelet that dangles from my wrist. The one that I only started wearing today after Fera gave it to me this morning. Why would she be showing him that? Striker maintains a neutral expression upon looking at it, except for the slight tightness in his jaw. He looks like he wants to say something but decides to remain silent. 

"I thought so." She has her harsh voice on again that seems to take form when Fera addresses someone she dislikes. "Come on." She pulls me along with her as we maneuver past him and continue on our way. I hold my breath thinking that, finally, we made it out. And just when I'm about to go into a state of calm, I feel a hand pull me in the opposite direction and I have no choice but to swivel with the force. The movement hurts my joints as suddenly my body is being dragged in two different directions. 

Striker stands in front of me again, a tight hold on my wrist and a determined look in those dark eyes. The effect is like dominoes for Fera as she yelps from the sudden resistance. Noah catches her before she falls trying to get her bearings.

Striker doesn't care less about them as he says to me. "I was going to let you go... but something about this situation just doesn't sit well with me." His voice was full of disgust at the idea that he was on the losing side of a battle. "I'm wanting your attention. And I’m gonna get it," he says with conviction. He signals with his free hand to the boys that stand firm behind him, and they begin to swarm us, forming a circle to keep us locked inside. In addition, two of these boys make it their concern to stand in between Noah and Fera, daring them to try and cross their paths. 

"I brought back up this time." He sends a smirk in Fera’s direction when he receives her glare. 

"So did I." A voice announces from a distance. As quick as the voice makes his presence known, two strangers grab hold of members in the circle and harshly tug them backwards until they fall back sprawled on the ground. All you can hear is their gasp of surprise and bodies hitting concrete. When they try to rise again, they are held down by feet pinned to their chests.

Two people emerge past the chaos, not batting an eye to the guys on the ground. They strut past the boys pinned to the ground and stop a metre from the formed circle. Presley was recognisable with that raven hair spiked atop his head. The one that he followed with the ash brown hair and green eyes, the color of leaves in spring, however, was a stranger. 

"That was only a warning," he says, his voice a cool calm. He chooses to take his attention off Striker for a chance to slide his gaze on my face. Intense green eyes stare at me, taking in all my features. Something in the way he's looking at me tells me he's preoccupied by some thought upon laying eyes on me. I don't know how I feel about it. They slide down from my face to the visible hand that clasps my wrist. 

"Now let go of her wrist."