THIRTY-EIGHT.

Don't mess with Vincent.

I take off running toward Rory's class, his first-class is about vampires, the whole reason we've been fighting. I step in the class not bothering to nock, I needed to see my baby.

I walk in to see the same guy from the other day, he was talking with Rory and I didn't like it. Except for this time he's standing in front of Rory and fighting with the teacher.

"He's a little, call his Dom. You can't yell at him" the guy scream

"I can do whatever I see appropriate. If I say he's getting punished then he is" the jerk of a teacher reply.

"He got a fucking DOM, you have to call him" the guy says again

I clear my throat making my presence known and Rory runs toward me, I open my arms and hold him up.

He's crying, and clenching to me like I might run away or leave him.

"What's this about" I say in a calm voice unlike how I'm really feeling.

The guy is the one who answered me while the teacher was sneering in my face.

"Rory didn't do his homework and he yelled at him.