The look on Mavis’s face was a reward in itself. I glared at him, my anger barely contained.
“What did you just do?” he asked in a low, threatening tone.
“It’s not even enough to calm me down. As if making my life miserable isn’t enough, you had to drag Oliver into it, too,” I snapped, and he smirked. His smirk only fueled my rage.
“The punk got what he deserved,” Mavis said with a shrug, his lack of remorse infuriating me further.
“You are a monster, and one day you’ll face retribution,” I said before walking away. He was incorrigible.
The next morning, I left for school early, relieved that I didn't see Mavis. Maybe today would be a good day. Our parents hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary, and when they called him for dinner the night before, he claimed he wasn’t hungry. I
