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14. Fight or Flight
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Liam lunged at me, his fist cutting through the air with force. I caught it easily, my fingers wrapping around his knuckles like a vice. He struggled, trying to pull away, but my grip held firm. "Your punches are already different than before," I smirked, yanking his arm forward and throwing the punch right back into his face. His head snapped back, and I saw the realization dawn in his eyes—I had baited him, and he fell for it. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and let out a chuckle. "Come on, man! Don't bitch out! I've only just started with you!" He thrashed in my grip, genuinely trying to escape, but it was pathetic. I slapped him around like he was a joke, jerking him back and forth like a ragdoll while he flailed. Every time he tried to get his footing, I shoved him again, making sure he understood just how outmatched he was. "E-enough! I lost! I'm sorry!" Liam gasped, his voice strained. "I take back what I said!" "Stop fucking around, square jaw! Are you even sure you're a
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I couldn't believe I was called into the teacher's office. Motherfuckers really didn't know how to appreciate anything good, huh? And my math teacher seemed way too determined to talk to me. "It's good that you didn't just leave," she said, smiling like she hadn't dragged me here herself under the threat of detention. Bitch. "What do you want?" I scowled, not bothering to hide how irritated I felt. "I'm not exactly sure what happened to you, but I think you've changed a lot over the summer." She leaned forward slightly. "So I have something to ask of you. Do you think you can do it?" "No." I answered immediately. "Do I look like a charity worker?" She sighed, like she expected that response but was still disappointed by it. "Jack, you've got a lot of the other students quite scared of you already." "And?" "So I just need one favor from you. I'd like your help in keeping one of my favorite students from being bullied—Jared Jameson." "Who the fuck is Jared Jameson?" I asked.
