He grunts at me, and then grabs my wrist to turn my hand over. My knuckles are red and a little puffy. I must have hit that dickhead harder than I thought. “Fighting isn't tolerated on campus,” he drawls. I give him a look, and he surprises me by grinning. The teacher walks in and starts to take attendance. Harley leans over to whisper in my ear. “I would have paid good money to watch you punch that asshole.”
