Ninety - eight

BECCA

“Are you scared of us?” Asked one of the males, he was so hot with his long golden hair which stopped at the top of his shoulder. He had blue eyes that sparked as he looked at me.

“You are hot,” I told him, in my mind. I didn't want to sound like a freak.

“Scared? No, of course not.” I answered back looking back at the man in front of me.

“You are Becca, right?” he asked and I nodded.

“Wait, I haven't told you my name.” I looked at him surprised. How the hell did he know my name?

“Oh, your mom came over and bragged about you.” One of the females told me and I raised my brows laughing inwardly at my mom. Why the hell would she do that?

“Yeah, she said you are such a good fighter and you trained every day.” The girl with blonde hair like that of the man uttered. Hers was in a bob style.

“Don't mind her please, I am not that good,” I replied, chuckling.

“What are you guys?” I asked, looking at the five men and the three ladies at the side.

“Rogues?” One of the gir