Paxton's POV
It was the next morning for school, and I prepared myself happily, satisfied with what happened the previous day, and I couldn't stop thinking about it the entire night. I was hoping to see that bastard when I got to school today, and luckily for me, I found him on my way.
He returned to school with those sunshades to hide his injuries. Of course, someone like him wouldn't want to be seen with injuries coming from the same person he has always been able to beat.
Someone with his kind of pride wouldn't want the whole school to wonder who would be able to beat him up to this extent. It's embarrassing for him, but it's joy for me.
“Isn't it funny that you're wearing sunshades just for this small amount of injury?” I said, blocking his way. “You can't handle the same dish yo
