Michael glanced at Melody who was now in his arms before raising his gaze. The young teen with curly hair was now visibly angry, as if he'd directly insulted him just by existing.
He cursed inwardly, propping Melody up so that she was no longer leaning into him.
"So now you're just throwing yourself at me?" he complained, shooting her a glare.
Now that her back was turned to the guy from earlier, Melody returned to her poised self, casually brushing the hair away from her face. "Don't act like you weren't happy when I was in your arms,"
Michael's eyebrow twitched, his annoyance reaching its peak. Not only had he already made enemies before taking a step into the Academy, he was now being used as a meat shield by the source of his troubles.
"Listen here…" he said, his tone dangerous. "I only agreed to this situation since it was mutually beneficial. Using me like this is unacceptable,"
