I took a deep breath and closed my textbook.
"Class has started, Mason."
"I told you to go buy it. Don't you understand plain English?" He snapped, raising his voice as the entire class turned to look.
I stood and stared straight into his eyes.
"The errand fee is 100 dollars." I held out my hand.
Mason sneered, pulled a thick wad of cash from his wallet, and flung it into my face.
"Here's 1,000 dollars. Is that enough?"
The bills scattered across the floor, several landing on my shoes.
I crouched down, picked them up one at a time, stacked them neatly, and put them in my pocket.
"It's enough."
When I returned to the classroom, I placed the coffee on his desk.
Without even looking at it, he tossed it into the trash.
"I don't want coffee anymore. Buy me a milk tea from that famou
