Essel’s Pov
A sizable crowd had formed around Akila and Tyler, egging each other on to throw a punch.
I felt nauseous.
I sprinted as fast as my school shoes would allow, trying to weave through the throng. After pushing past a few people and apologizing countless times, I finally managed to get a clear view.
Tyler was in a defensive stance, fully prepared for a fight, his face set in a fierce, intimidating glare, fists raised and ready to strike.
In contrast, Akila stood there nonchalantly, a playful grin on his face.
“Well? Are you going to get on with it? I have places to be…people to meet…things to wreck…” Akila’s relaxed tone caught me off guard; did he not see the peril he was in?
“Sure, right after I smash that pretty face of yours,” Tyler retorted with a sneer. I noticed his
