Jason's POV:
I've never had trouble controlling my anger, but today was different. As I watched the class taunt Ella, mocking her with their smug grins and whispered insults, fury surged through me like a wildfire. Goddammit, I wanted to punch every single one of them for even daring to look her way. The rage was hard to keep in check, and it was taking everything in me not to lash out.
As soon as the class ended, I grabbed my books and quickly followed her. Dylan and Max flanked me, but neither of them said much—they knew I wasn't in the mood for casual conversation. My eyes darted around the hallway, giving out murderous glares to anyone who so much as coughed in her direction. They all backed off, knowing better than to mess with me when I was like this.
