(Author's POV)
"Stop it, Nigel," Myra's voice echoed, attracting everyone's attention.
Nigel's eyes met hers as she gave him a death-like stare. A cruel, sardonic grin appeared on his lips, "Ohhhooo~ …. well~ well~ …. Look, who do we have here. The sensation of our Red Stone. Ruling the trending chart on the campus forum~ …. none other than~ …." His tone filled with raw sarcasm.
"Ms. Miracle, why are you~ …." Gavin interrupted, his voice a bit shaky.
"It's okay. I will handle it," she said to him softly and gave him a reassuring nod.
She stepped forward, right in front of Nigel, her hazels never leaving his sight, "Nigel Long, if you have something to say, why don't you say it to my face. Leave the uninvolved people aside. Or~ … are you afraid to confront me, huhh?"
"Hahh~ …. What are you even saying? I~ … scared of you~ …?" he pointed at him and then at Myra, "Dream on, charity case. You can just dream on."
