Eliana’s POV
“f**k off, Oliver,” Annabelle said firmly.
Slowly and reluctantly, I lifted my gaze to meet his own. My stomach twisted with hatred and a million unpleasant thoughts jumped to my mind at once. Everything ended with Oliver losing a vital part of his body.
He flashed Annabelle a smug smile, then he returned his gaze to me. “I’m surprised they still let you come to school. Professor Matthews too. Aren’t they supposed to suspend you or something first?”
I said nothing. Same as Annabelle. It was easy to tell that we were both waiting for him to leave. If he wouldn’t listen to force, then silence should be a more applicable method of effecting his absence.
Oliver lifted one eyebrow, as though demanding an answer. Annabelle and I maintained our silence. It was a little bit awkwa
