Chapter 3: Increasing One’s Strength
Mrs. Grant’s class finally came to an end. She handed out the day’s assignments with her usual dispassionate tone, then walked out, heels clicking softly across the tiled floor.
A wave of relief spread through the classroom. It had been a long day, and everyone was eager to get moving.
Since it was the last period, students began packing their bags and shuffling out, some chatting, some yawning.
The energy was winding down. But not for everyone.
Travis stood up slowly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor—a deliberate, attention-seeking sound. He made his way toward Tyler’s desk with the heavy steps of someone carrying unfinished business.
Without warning, he slammed his hand down hard on Tyler’s table, the sound snapping the attention of nearby students.
He leaned in, face inches from Tyler’s.
"Don’t even think about running, twerp" he growled, his voice low and brimming with threat.
"You run, and I’ll make your life hell."
Tyler didn’t flinch, as he slowly looked up at Travis, looking very unbothered. Then he scoffed, repeating the same words he’d said earlier, but this time, with a calmer but firm voice.
"Like I said before, you don’t need to bark too much. I’ll be there."