"Who is joking with you?" Derek grabbed James's wrist forcefully, not allowing him to move.
At this time, several teachers came to the parking lot.
James quickly broke free, turned his face sideways, and put away his panic expression.
The teachers looked at them curiously.
Derek gave a dry cough and calmly bent down. He picked up the coat on the ground, shaking the dust off it.
Then, he put the coat on James's shoulders, pulled the coat to drag him closer, almost imprisoning him in his arms. He looked at him, speaking in a voice that only the two of them could hear. "Mr. Walker, I'll let you go today, but don't you even think of running away from me. Let's continue this talk tomorrow."
With that, he slowly let go of his hand. He turned around and left.
James took a step backward and leaned so heavily on the car that his back ached. He looked at the young man's slender figure, his pupils shaking violently behind the lenses.
