This was the third time this week. H e panted as he looked at the now beaten up students on the ground in satisfaction.

He tried to control his anger but to no avail. Though he tried to be careful, he messed up.

That's when he realized that he wasn't alone that he thought that he was definitely fucked. He turned and saw you standing there, staring at you with wide eyes as he wasn't sure what to say.

He clenched his fists.

You saw him at his worst, now what were you going to think of him ?