“FYI, it was Emma’s dad who called the meeting at the school, not me,” I replied without anger in my voice.
Good point. Taylor didn’t go crying to the people in charge at all.
I was sobered by the sight of my own blood. Odd as it sounded, I felt more comfortable with the situation. I’d dealt with more serious fights, and I felt like I could handle this better, having seen the blood, knowing the ante was higher.
“You still told someone.”
That would be her dad, I suppose.
“So what if I did? What did you expect, that I’d keep my mouth shut, put up with it?”
“That’s exactly what I expected. It seems you didn’t get my point about knowing your place.” Her eyes flickered to the spot where she’d just held me down. “Maybe you’ll get the message after round two.”
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