Before her chair tipped over, I swiftly released her.
No reason for my Fawn to get a brain injury. Not yet, at least.
I needed to have my fun first.
A shrill gasp left her when she lurched forward. She slammed her hands onto the desk to catch herself. I slipped the clump of severed hair and my knife into my pocket.
She stood, clutching her ruined and now shorter ponytail, and parted her lips in disbelief while taking in the damage I’d done. Ikicked my feet up on the desk again, acting bored, and crossed my arms.
It took the poor girl a few stunned seconds to find words.
“Did you just fucking cut my hair, you asshole?” were the ones she found.
Her attitude impressed me.
I uncrossed my arms to pop my knuckles, matching her glare. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She inched closer, holding up her hair.
I rolled my eyes. She was lucky I was too lazy to snatch my knife and take off a few more inches.
At my lack of answer, she held her ponytail in front of my face. “You cut my hair, you psycho.”
I swatted the ponytail away. “I’d rather not get lice, thanks.”
She spun toward Nelson. “You all just saw that, right?” She lifted her ponytail as proof.
I loved that her voice trembled and cracked. Her being on the brink of crying made my cock hard.
It was laughable that she believed anyone would come to her rescue or stick up for her. She was at the wrong university if she thought she mattered to any student or professor here.
Like the pussy he was, Professor Nelson stared at the whiteboard and started writing nonsense about homework. The rest of the class pretended to focus on their laptops.
So many fucking cowards here.
“Seriously?” she screeched, flinging her arms toward our worthless professor. “He assaulted me!”
Nelson’s beady eyes lifted to me, squinting in my direction.
I cocked my head, daring him to challenge me.
His warning look was entertaining. I’d seen Marchetti toddlers look more threatening.
My evil smirk grew as I watched him gulp.
The glare he wanted to give me shifted to Blair. “Ms. Dupont,” he said stiffly, “do not interrupt my lecture again.”
“But—” she tried.
Nelson cut her off. “I understand you’re new here, but you are to keep allpersonal disputesout of lecture halls. If you have an issue with him, take it up after class. Now, face forward and pay attention.”
“Yeah,Blair,” I drawled from behind her. “We can handle thisafter class.”
Her mouth opened, as if to argue more, then closed. The pink in her cheeks brightened, and she whirled around, dropping back into her seat.
I slipped my hand into my pocket and touched the strands of her hair.
Shame I hadn’t cut more.
