While they were busy shooting daggers at each other, I was tugging on Layton’s shirt. I had him for class first period, so I figured it was easier to drag him away.
Zev was usually the calm one, so I knew he would back off once Layton walked away.
I had not been expecting for Zev to grab my shoulders and roughly place me behind him. I didn’t know if Zev realized the strong grip he had on my skin, but he left my shoulders aching once he released me.
Some students stopped to watch, while Layton and Zev’s groups stood behind their respective friends.
“Give Cassidy back.” Layton’s growl was louder, more threatening than it had been before.
Zev looked furious as well. It was the first time I saw one of the confrontations affect him so much. He was usually calm and collected.
“No,” Zev ste
