A few people were looking at them now, having turned away from their vices at the sight of the commotion between a Professor and his student.
Atlas looked at him in disbelief.
“Go home now, or I’ll have your father come here.” Cal barked, and his voice sounded like a whip, managing to carry over the sound of the loud music.
More people turned to stare, and it mortified him to be seen here, but Ellis had begged him to come here, and he could never say no to Ellis.
“What will you tell him?” Atlas said in challenge, his eyes burning. “What would be your excuse to my father for hitting me?” His hand was painfully pressed against his jaw where Cal had punched him.
“Worry first about how he would react to the news of you disrespecting a lady.” Cal said, and sense seemed to come back to the
