Page 66 of Teacher's Pet

"At least I didn’t fucking assault someone when my feelings got hurt," I snap, my voice cutting through the music, loud enough to draw attention.

Heads turn.

Eyes land on us.

I don’t care.

"I can stomach the fact that what I feel might be stronger than hers." My voice lowers, shaking with fury, "But you? You’re just a worthless-"

"Calm down, crazy," Walker scoffs, rolling his eyes.

His gaze flicks to Elijah, a slow smirk curling his lips.

"We can always get back at her," he mutters.

His hand touches me, his fingers skimming over my bare waist.

Wrong move.

Very wrong fucking move.

Before I can think, before I can breathe, my hand flies.

CRACK.

The slap rings through the room, cutting through the noise like a gunshot. Walker stumbles back, his head snapping to the side, his cheek flaring red.

The room freezes.

Eyes widen. Conversations die.

Walker touches his face, blinking in shock before the anger sets in.

"Did you just fucking slap me?" he hisses, voice sharp, venomous.

Elijah moves fast, stepping between us, his body a solid barrier.

Walker’s eyes narrow, his temper boiling over. "Get the fuck out of my way, dick-licker-"

Elijah doesn’t hesitate.

He shoves him.

Hard.

Walker collides with the beer pong table, the wood groaning under his weight as cups of beer spill, drenching him in sticky liquid.

Laughter ripples through the room, but the tension skyrockets.

Walker’s friends step forward, their bodies stiff, their faces set with something dangerous.

My stomach twists.

I cling to Elijah’s arm, bracing for whatever’s coming next-

"What the fuck is going on?"

Cole’s voice booms from the hallway.

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