Marching over towards Lake as he begins marching towards me, I see some of his teammates around him turn their heads to face me. “You,” I say directly. “Outside.” I point to the door. Candy's eyes round as he holds a hand to his lips, covering his expression the best he can before laughing through it. “Ooooh! Teacher's mad, Lakey! You coulda cut those hands!” he hollers through cupped hands. “Spank him, Dyl. He's a bad boy.”
