I scanned the room, my brow furrowing slightly.
That Elio Foster, he's really something, always able to find someone to deal with me. No wonder he's the student council president.
The classroom was filled with a buzzing sound.
The students in front turned around, whispering, some curious, others slightly hostile.
"Charlie! Over here!"
Inside the classroom, Eamon Cox stood up and called out.
I took a step and walked over in that direction.
Along the way, other boys from different classes watched mockingly. Suddenly, one stretched out his foot, trying to trip me.
My eyes turned cold, and without hesitation, I kicked out.
I controlled the force, making sure not to break the foot, but enough for the guy to feel it.
The boy clutched his foot, letting out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, his face turning ghostly pale.
"Oh no! What happened?" I feigned confusion, "Are you okay?"
Seeing me acting like this, the boy was nearly spitting blood, knowing it was intentional.
