His mocking grin was infuriating, a taunting curve of his lips that grated on your nerves. Ever since the day you intervened, stopping him from bullying another student, Ezra had set his sights on you, marking you as his target. Now, he reveled in tormenting you, his sharp, intimidating eyes glinting with malicious amusement.

Leaning down slightly, he dangled your book just out of reach, one hand tucked casually in his pocket. His smirk widened as you jumped, straining to snatch it from his grasp.

"Well, aren't you just too short for this?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.