What choice do I have?

After returning home, John collapsed onto his couch and inhaled deeply.

"What devil is giving that guy so much self-assurance?"John pondered for some time. "I believe she made a point." He began to remember what his classmate had told him, and his eyes grew too heavy to sleep.

“Nothing but an empty threat.” Confidently, John muttered.

Although Sabastian's response did not particularly move John, his threat was getting too much. To make matters worse, everyone seemed to shiver at his sight. “Is there something someone is hiding from him?” John couldn't help but think about it.

His train of thought was interrupted by drowsiness. Since it was a Friday, he had nothing to worry about. His only thought at the very end was the exam that starts the following week.

To John, there was nothing compared to the examination period. He so much loved it because the activity during that period is restricted to texting his ability in what has been thought so far.