His sharp voice pierced through the air as he glared at me with anger swirling in the depths of his eyes. The look on his face was deadly, he looked as though he wanted me dead and buried 6 feet underground.
The cup of coffee he was once holding fell onto the ground with a loud thud, the liquid spilled from the cup, making a huge mess.
Before I knew it, he was marching towards me, closing the distance between us in a few large strides. He stood close to me, his face was now dangerously close to mine and I could see the moment when impulse clouded his judgement as he began shouting.
"What do you think you are doing? Why are you talking to Mr Cole?!" He raised his voice to yell at my face, his hand reaching up to shove me in my shoulder but my feet remained rooted to the ground and I didn't move a single inch.
"Why can't I be talking to him?" I challenged, as my eyes glistened with defiance.
