He lifted an eyebrow, gazing at me in disbelief. "You don't have a fucking right to shout at me, pussy."

"Mind your language, Romeo," Mr. Banks shouted from across the room.

Even though Mr. Banks intervened, I couldn’t just let it slide. He’d just thrown two insults at me—'fucking' and 'pussy.' Who the heck does this asshole think he is?

"You don't tell me what to do, Old Roger," Romeo retorted, which made the whole class burst into laughter.

It was definitely funny, but it was also damn rude. How could he talk to our English teacher like that?

I turned to him, glaring. "You're fucking rude, you low-life dick."...