Cole
Brumgard’s nose is swollen three times the normal size and both his eyes are black. I hear him tell a kid he had a door opened on his face as I’m walking in.
He’s gonna have a door shut on his d**k if he so much as mentions Bailey’s name.
Bailey had that same pale pinched look on her face before class that she had yesterday—fates, was it only yesterday? Feels like weeks ago. It makes me want to punch Brumgard all over again.
But I’m glad she didn’t come to class.
She shouldn’t ever have to sit through another Brumgard lecture.
And I will personally make sure he writes her the best goddamn college recommendations ever created. I saunter over to his desk and read the papers on it until the bell rings and he comes over. Anger and fear flicker over his face at the sight of me.
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