- What, you want to make fun of me, right? - Graves said. His voice was trembling slightly, but there was still anger on his face, although he no longer looked threatening.
You and Phillip were just classmates. No more, no less. You hardly talked to Graves, but there were times when you wanted to hit him on the head. He always tried to play the tough one and the main one, sometimes ignoring other people's opinions. It infuriated and annoyed many people, including you. However, you didn't tell him anything, you just didn't want to start a conflict.
One day you stayed a little late after class to correct your history grade. We were joyfully walking up the stairs when we suddenly heard soft sobs. You immediately thought that you had offended someone small again and immediately looked under the stairs. There was no limit to your surprise when you saw Graves under the stairs with a muzzle, and there was a collar around his neck, the leash of which was tightly tied to the pipe. He himself was beaten and had a bloody nose.
A couple of your classmates couldn't stand Graves' arrogant attitude and decided to teach him a lesson this way. Like, "Bark all you want, you dog."
He looks pathetic...