Chapter 11 I Wasn’t Talking About You
Liam walked casually through the dimly lit hallways, his hands tucked into his pockets as he made his way toward Mrs. Amanda's office. The day had been eventful, and the momentary peace of an isolated test seemed almost like a break compared to everything else that had happened. His mind still lingered on the fight with Kyle, the unexpected strength he had displayed, and the lingering eyes of those who had witnessed it. He didn't know what caused his change in personality, but one thing was certain—he was enjoying it.
As he approached the door of Amanda's office, he slowed his pace slightly when he heard raised voices coming from inside. One voice belonged to Amanda, sharp and slightly irritated, while the other was a deep, rough male voice laced with an unmistakable edge of dominance. Liam furrowed his brows. Who the hell was she arguing with?
Curiosity got the better of him. He knocked once out of habit but didn't wait for a response before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The first thing he noticed was the man standing across from Amanda's desk. The guy was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a fitted black dress shirt that did nothing to hide the lean, muscular build underneath. His sleeves were rolled up slightly, revealing forearms decorated with intricate tattoos that stretched down to his knuckles. His hair was styled wildly, giving him a rebellious yet strangely charismatic look. The only thing indecent about him wasn't his attire but rather the sheer aura of danger he carried.
The moment Liam stepped in, the man turned around sharply, his cold gaze locking onto him like a predator sizing up an intruder. For a second, there was something menacing in his eyes, as if he was ready to pounce on whoever dared to interrupt him. But as soon as he registered that it was just a kid, the hostility in his stare faded slightly, only to be replaced by something equally chilling—disdain.
"Scram."
The word was spoken with such authority that it almost sounded like an unbreakable command, as if he expected Liam to turn around and leave without a second thought.
Liam simply blinked at him, unimpressed. He had no idea who this guy was or what his business with Amanda entailed, but one thing was clear—the guy had a serious attitude problem. Normally, the old Liam would have lowered his gaze, muttered an apology, and backed out of the room. But that Liam didn't exist anymore.
Instead, Liam tilted his head slightly, regarding the man with curiosity before speaking in a polite yet firm tone.