“What did you say in my class?” The words are like a growl.
His transformation from smug prick to tyrannical psychopath is so sudden that I don’t even know what to say.
I try to deflect.
“Someone threw a book–”
“Here we are again, Reuben, with your appalling attitude! You have no conception of what I am trying to achieve with these boys and you’re doing everything in your power to disrupt this class! I am creating men! Men fit to thrive in the jungle out there!”
My head is slumped but my jaw is so tight that I’m worried that I might crack my teeth. He rants and raves and all the while it’s happening in my gut, building and roiling and growing like lava. It’s spreading through my whole system; up my oesophagus, and all through my veins. He has no f*****g right to talk to me about being
