I push past the spectators, cheering and loving the spectacle before them. I want to punch them all in the face, but I need to get to Quinn.
I jump down the front steps and cautiously stand a few feet away, ready to help Quinn if need be.
“Always the smart mouth, weren’t ya, boy? You’ll never learn your lesson. You think you can take me? C’mon then, give me your best shot,” Ben snarls, pointing at his chin, taunting Quinn to hit him.
Quinn clenches his jaw and exhales a deep breath through his parted lips.
“You’re pathetic. Go crawl back to whichever hole you came out of. No one wants you here,” Quinn snarls, inches away from Ben’s face, and I can see him shaking in rage.
“Oh, my boy, that’s where you’re wrong. I think no one wants you here, seeing as you drove your mother away,” Ben
