turning a deep, mottled purple as Arthur's massive forearm pressed

t let a driver humiliate him in front of his team. He shot a desperate

ed forward, forming a wall. They slowly advanced on Arth

his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the

ur swung the aluminum ba

AC

desk. The sound was like a gunshot. Splinters of w

e color drained from their faces. This wasn't a sc

the cabinet. "Apologize to her," Arthur snarled, his voice

n his face. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But I didn't writ

ruck. His face went chalk-white. "You liar!" Kevin screamed, his voic

om devolved into a pathetic screaming match, with students pointing fingers,

part like starving dogs fighting over a scrap of meat. It was pathe

the floor, gasping for air. Arthur tightened his grip on the bat

moving away. Her humiliation from earlier burned hot in her che

a cheap shot in. She thought

ured fingers aiming to twist into the roots of Auro

the back of her neck stood up. Her body recog

rs could even brush h

left. Her right hand shot backward, her fingers clamping do

of pain. Her bones ground

the edge of the desk for leverage. She twisted her to

n, Aurora flipped Brooke s

the aisle. The impact knocked the wind out of her lungs with a sickening thud. She

m stopped. Absolute, suffocat

jaws hung open. The fragile, crying girl wa

es wide. He had served in the military, and h

rooke's gasping form. There was no anger in

pulled out a tissue, and slowly wiped her fingers. Then,

, lost his mind. He grabbed a heavy wooden chair by the backrest a

eyes darkened, the pupils dilating. Her brain instantly calculated the tra

r weight, prep

at is going

tive voice cut th

wearing his pristine Student Body President blazer. His f

killing intent van

her mind. Beating these kids to a pulp would just get her in trouble with Juli

rop. She was going to p