3 - Bullying the bullies

Edward, Jasmine, and Clarissa stand twenty meters away, while my teammates have retreated beyond the chain-link fence marking the field's boundary.

«You're bold to challenge all three of us. Or just plain stupid?» Edward comments with his usual haughty tone. «But I'm in a particularly good mood today, so I won't hurt you. Well, not too much.» He steps back, motioning for Jasmine—the South American girl—to follow suit. «Clarissa will be more than enough to wipe that smug grin off your face.»

«Do as you wish,» I reply coldly, my voice devoid of emotion.

Clarissa, the girl with long blonde curls, shrugs off her shocking pink fur coat and passes it to Jasmine. Beneath it, she's dressed in a white sweater and tight jeans.

«Make it quick; we've got an aperitif this afternoon,» Edward says with absolute confidence, as though her task is a mere formality.