Chương 87: The Drink & The Slow Dance

Timothee ruffled his hair in frustration. Throwing a rock to the lake harshly minutes after Leo had walked off with a bleeding lip and nose and obviously, a forming bruise to be perfectly and visibly seen tomorrow when the impact of Tim's punch will finally settle on his cheeks.

"Fuck!" he cussed angrily.

Why do people love to step their feet in somewhere they shouldn't? Especially Sebastien Fucking Elroy. If they think they can just track him and force him to go back, they're fucking wrong.

He turned around and walked over to where he is working on the surprise for Darren but he cannot feel himself he can still continue for today. His mood and day that started so fucking great is absolutely ruined.

He doesn't even have the energy to eat his lunch anymore. Fuck Leo. How dare him have the audacity to show his face and stalk him like a fucking creep. He's glad he was able to punch him hard and see him bruise.