Angel lifted his lips into a half-snarl, "Who do you think you're speaking to?"
He went closer to me and shoved me against the wall, catching me off guard, and I watched him like a rabid dog about to raise its teeth.
Angel glared at me with his hateful eyes, "Watch your tone with me. I'm not someone you can provoke. If you bump into me, say you're sorry."
He gave me the last glare with the last hard shove at my shoulder, despite having a smaller frame than I, and walked down the stairs while I breathed heavily, trying to calm down, trying to resist the urge to choke someone.
***
The next day.
I forgot about the video Angel had of me beating him on the ground, which isn't exactly true. I just pushed the matter back to my mind. I can feel Angel glaring at me at the back of my head while I'm cooking breakfast early in the morning.
