Chapter 16. Tiny

MICHELLE

Draco’s warning left a bad taste in my mouth. After gym class, I concocted an excuse to Devon and Kaden about meeting with Prof. Roberts so that I could avoid lunch with them.

“Try to talk to him not to push about the detention so that we can start our training later…” Devon stated, his eyes hopeful.

“Okay…” I answered as I turned around to leave, but when I saw him finally enter the cafeteria, I rounded the corner, and walked back to my room in the dorm.

Once I was sitting on my bed, I vented my aggravation by drawing on a blank canvas. It was easy to depict Draco’s slender and long nose, as well as his deadly dark eyes. The next step, which involved ripping the finished drawing into little pieces, was even easier, and I wished I could’ve really done it to him—breaking his face with my fist.

I smiled contentedly as I watched his face shatter into a thousand pieces as I dumped it in the trash bin.

I went back to Goldstein and finished off