Avery’s POV
“Stay away from me, Junior!” I yelled, my voice trembling as I tried to maneuver around him and the group of older boys surrounding him in the hallway.
I had spent months trying to endure his juvenile, relentless pranks, but today they had crossed every acceptable boundary. He had been tormenting me since the very first week I transferred to the academy. It had started small—whistling loudly whenever I walked past his locker, pulling at my braided hair, or knocking my books onto the floor. I had never reported a single incident to the housemistresses, and now I was realizing what a catastrophic mistake that had been.
“I actually did you a massive favor, Benny,” he taunted, a cruel smirk dancing across his handsome face as his friends snickered. “The shortened skirt looks way
