Chapter 21

Marcellus’ POV

The four boys then walked up to our table surrounding us. I looked up at one to recognize him as the human boy who pushed Charlotte earlier today when we were taking food in the cafeteria. What does he want now? Who do people like issues? Something that’s not supposed to stir up any trouble, but this guy just wants to stir up one.

“What do you want?” I asked or rather requested from him, already feeling annoyed. The four boys stared at us and then burst into laughing.

I growled a little under my breath, holding myself back to not doing something I would regret, “did I say anything funny?”

They then pretended to clean their eyes and looked back at us, “Look, pretty, boy,” the boy said, touching my hair. Oh, how I want to break those fingers but stay calm, “I don’t know why you think you can just come to school today and then behave like a king, thinking you can talk to anyone, anyhow.”

“I’ll suggest you don’t ever touch my