Xander Ravenscroft had never felt more insulted in his life, and the fact that it happened in front of Evangeline—his long-standing crush—only made it worse. Damon's calculated insult had been ruthless, delivered with precision and malice right before his audience.
Damon leaned back, watching Xander fume with a detached amusement.
'No matter how high and mighty he acts, he's still just a teenager. I'll never understand these foolish crushes.'
Xander's outburst had not gone unnoticed. The quiet hum of the dining hall turned into a murmur as students began to whisper and cast curious glances toward their table.
"Is Xander Ravenscroft really going to duel that guy?"
"Of course. If he has any honor, he'll demand satisfaction and fight."
"Wait, isn't that Damon Grey?"
"No way. You mean the guy who's last in the rankings?"
"That's him—the probationary student. Can you imagine? A nobody like him squaring off against Ravenscroft?"
