"Any luck with casting that spell yet, Charlie boy?" One boy with bright green hair asked with a mocking smile as he bumped into Charles' back, sending the boy stumbling forward.
Charles turned back to face the green haired bully with a glare before replying. "Fuck off, Mark." With a scoff, Charles turned back to his books that had fallen to the floor and picked them up before walking away, leaving the bully, Mark, and his clique, standing there, stunned.
They hadn't expected Charles to have reacted that way. Sure, he glared back at them, and usually ignored them, but he usually held back from replying to their snide comments.
"It seems we need to teach little Charles a lesson, don't you think, boys?" Mark chuckled lowly as he cracked his knuckles, and the boys around him nodded their heads eagerly.
