Aralyn's POV
Professor Neryla stared back and forth between me and the moron who was standing behind me, and for a few long minutes, she didn't say a single word. She just looked at us like we were something unpleasant she'd accidentally stepped in, her eyes moving slowly from my face to his, then back again. The silence stayed between us for so long that it started to feel heavy, like the air in the room had thickened and settled on my shoulders.
I stood there, still slightly damp from the mess in the cafeteria, my clothes sticking to my skin, my arm aching from where he'd hit me, and my pride barely holding itself together. Meanwhile, the idiot behind me looked far too relaxed for someone who had just gotten dragged into a professor's office after starting a fight.
Finally, Professor Neryla let out a slow breath, like she was already tired of dealing with us. "Kaiven," she said, her voice flat and cold as she glanced at him. "Wait outside."
