Jason.

He had a smug look on his face despite the fact that he wasn't here as a witness nor as a victim but as an assailant and as a suspect.

He was still smiling and it gave me the creeps.

It was like I was staring face to face with a psychopath.

Well, I wouldn't be surprised if they run a test on him and he's actually one.

"If it isn't the privileged son of a bitch." He said loudly to me and I groaned in annoyance.

"And if it isn't the entitled prick." I said not backing down from a fight.

"Fiesty, aren't we?" He laughed and i...