THEO'S POV (Continuing):
Before he could finish, I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward so hard he nearly dropped to his knees.
Gasps erupted around us.
He clawed at my wrist, eyes wide with terror.
"You pathetic, low-class idiot," I hissed, glaring down at him with pure disgust. "What section are you from? Let me guess… Section A?"
His lips trembled. "P-please, I said I'm sorry..."
"Sorry?" I let out a cold laugh. "You think sorry fixes this?"
I glanced down at my ruined jacket, rage boiling hotter by the second.
"This leather jacket is the only piece I bought in New York."
I tightened my grip on his collar until he choked.
"It cost more than your entire existence."
He let out a strangled sound.
"And this uniform?" I continued, my voice low and venomous. "This isn't one of those cheap, mass-produced rags everyone in this school wears. This was custom-made by my private tailor in Japan. Handmade. Perfectly stitched. Imported fabric. Do you even understand what that means?"
"I-I'm sorry...please...."
"Not good enough."
I shoved him backward.
He crashed hard against the table behind him, trays clattering to the floor. Before he could recover, I kicked him hard in the stomach.
A sharp cry tore from his throat.
The cafeteria exploded into whispers.
No one moved.
No one ever moved.
They all knew better.
They knew who I was.
And more importantly,
They knew who my father was.
The boy curled in on himself, gasping for air, but I didn't stop.
I kicked him again.
And again.
He coughed violently, blood splattering onto the floor.
Still not enough.
My anger wasn't about the coffee anymore.
It was about Kayla.
About the thought of some faceless bastard having her attention.
About the way I couldn't get that thought out of my head.
About the fact that I hated not knowing.
And now this idiot had the misfortune of being in front of me when my patience finally snapped.
I raised my foot again,
"Enough!"
The voice cracked through the cafeteria like a whip.
My foot froze midair.
My eyes narrowed.
I slowly turned around.
And there he was.
Hari.
Of course.
Just my luck.