“Jameson Alexander!”, Ethan bellowed.
“You do not talk to me with such a tone, if it had been someone else, they would be missing a tongue now, I would have cut it and fed it to my dogs”, Ethan talked as if he was merely discussing the weather.
“I'm not scared of you, Ethan, I'm not the timid boy you used to threaten back In high school", Jameson retorted furious.
“What are you talking about? I never, not even for once did I ever bully you, but you, on the other hand is a thoroughly different story, you always gave me a disgusted look whenever I came close to you. It was like you hated me for no reason, so why are you trying to act like the victim?” Ethan asked.
“Me, the victim?”, Jameson asked, his hand beating his chest.
"I don't have to cater to your silly questions, ”, Ethan said,
