ERIC
Headmaster Alaric went on like I hadn't spoken.
"Some of you already know the reason we are gathered here, whereas some of you are still clueless."
"Eric Callahan," Kol said without missing a beat.
Bastard. He just had to call my name.
I glared at him. "You are begging for a taste of my fist, retard."
"No," he grunted. "You are begging for a taste of mine."
"Enough," Headmaster Alaric cut in before I could respond.
Kol stuck out his tongue at me like a little child.
"Idiot," I muttered under my breath.
"I don't want to be interrupted again, or the next person who does so will be sitting in detention," Headmaster Alaric warned, his eyes fixed specifically on me.
I scoffed but said nothing. Detention was the last thing I wanted — especially because of my father. Our last discussion was clear enough. No distraction.
