He grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him against the wall.

I'm only doing it so I don't get detention or trouble from the teacher.

No one else was willing, and I'm not a nice person.

I can be a cruel being if you want me to.

He was full of rage when he finished shouting. How is this guy so dumb, and why won't he be left alone?

The boy's face dropped and turned red.

He was shaking a little, maybe about to cry.

Fear

Fear—he loved fear and adored the weakness of others. It made him feel better and more powerful.

The boy was holding his breath, and Curtis sighed.

He stared at him longer until he let him go.

Witt was shaking and covering his face.

Curtis just stomped off, not caring if he would get in trouble.

All his buttons were pushed, and he was past his limit.

The boy was red in the face from holding air in for so long; he chould've passed out  but he was lucky.

Wait! Damn the scumbag He whispered and started shaking his fists.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Curtis was surprised that he was sorry for what.He wondered why apologising was not his fault.

Like reading his mind, his question was answered.

I should not ask personal questions and get carried away with my curiosity.

No hard feelings, right?

He was confused by the hand reaching out to help until he agreed to shake it.

They soon continued their tour of the school when the bell finally rang.

They said their goodbyes and moved on.

Curtis was left wondering why he was so sorry and caring.

When he got home, he decided to sleep in his bed.

He might black out and have nightmares again.

He plopped on his bed and went to sleep, only to

Shoot the red eyes wide open.