Chapter Thirty Three

Drew stood above him with a cold condescending glare. He was glaring down at O'Connor as though he was nothing but a pesky bug. The intensity of that gaze was so powerful and so menacing that it even had me flinch.

"You bastard! You just hit me!" Nick shouted at Drew and pointed at him with an accusing finger.

"You didn't seem capable of shutting that filthy mouth of yours, so I did it for you." Drew told him frostily. "If you're as strong as you always claim to be, you would've been able to dodge that attack easily. The next time you intend to insult someone, think about where you stand first."

"Where I stand? I might not have that high of a position at this school compared to you, but it's certainly higher than hers! She's nothing but a conniving slag who has you all wrapped around her finger! There's no way that she would've fairly gotten your attention unless she offered something that you wanted!" Nick argued furiously.

Wind suddenly whirled past me and pushed against Nick, forci