Steven stepped into the class. his lazy eyes glanced in Anna's direction. A sly smirk came on his face.
He further walked into the class and came in the middle of the class. Where everyone could see him.
All the while, without breaking eye contact with her.
Thud
His bag, which loosely hung on his shoulder fell on the floor.
"Pick it up."
His cold voice was heard by everyone in the class including Anna, for whom the order was.
From Steven's cold hard gaze in Anna's direction. Everyone knew for whom that command was for.
Maybe not from his gaze, as they were already awar
"Steven... Go to your seat...its not a time to play games."
Anna nearly laughed out loudly.
Instead of stopping and reprimanding this clear bullying, the teacher was giving it the name of playing.
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