Bab 56: Steamed

My anger hadn't cooled even after an hour; it simmered just beneath my skin, burning hotter with each step. The school building felt suffocating, like a cage I had to break free from.

I could still see the look on Matt's face—confusion, disbelief, and then the pain. He had it coming, though. He'd pushed me too far, and I'd snapped on him. The book, of all things, had been the trigger.

The damn book. I should've known better.

Shit! I was still seeing red that I barely realized leaving the school. I desperately wanted to go back and beat him some more.

It wasn't enough for me!

I let out a breath, trying to calm myself, but it was no use.

Then, a voice sliced through my thoughts. "Hey, loser. We've been waiting for you."