The noise Dylan caused was so loud that it caught the attention of everyone still hanging around in the classroom.
Tommy was shoved onto my desk, his round face squished into my textbooks. I couldn't help but notice the acne on his skin and the grease on the tip of his nose. A wave of disgust rushed up my throat, and I had to fight not to recoil.
Honestly, I didn't care much about Tommy. He was just a pathetic, sneaky rat, the kind that would only dare to bully others when nobody was looking. I only planned to take care of him each time he challenged me. But Dylan's attitude had me feeling like I was the goddess of vengeance, and he was handing me this little "gift" to make me vent.
Instead of focusing on Tommy, I really wanted to ask Dylan why he was doing this.
But his cold, superior
