Cold And Delusional

"........." they did not need to be told who the teenager was talking about. Even Alex, who was looking proud just a second ago and was about to praise the boy, smacked his back with a dark face.

He just could not bear that others like him. He would open his mouth and ruin the mood as he forced others to beat him to death whenever words left his mouth.

They both suffered a shock when the master only smacked him lightly instead of beating him to death and then punishing him.

And why did the mast not get angry that much! Why was there just a light frown that looked no more than a couple teasing each other.

They dazed, watched as Alex stood up and then patted the illusionary dust off his dress and held Olivia's hands.

His fluid actions baffled them yet the aura around him was so domineering and noble that they could not say a word.