Neculai had calmed down and gone silent by the time the teachers arrived at the station to pick them up. Someone had retrieved his things that had been scattered on the floor of Duke's and out onto the street and he had them on his lap as he sat in Mr. Farrowe's car, not looking anywhere but straight ahead.
He was not in the mood to talk or explain things. He just wanted this to be over. He could feel his face bruising already and at the very least he'd have a bruised eye after today. The dull throbbing pain could be aided with magic healing, if he was any fucking good at that. If Liam got any bruising, his damn werewolf blood would heal him in a matter of hours, if not less.
"I didn't think about what he was when I threw my book at him," Nick finally admitted. His jaw flexed. "I didn't care. I just wanted to hurt him for treating me like trash." Truth be told, Neculai still wanted to hurt Liam, but he'd have to find another way. He was no match in a direct physical attack.
Still staring straight ahead, Neculai swallowed, and then continued. "He didn't like that. Shoved me into the door and told me to apologize. I wouldn't. I hit him for shoving me. And then he started in on me." Nick finally glanced down at his hands on his books. He arranged them more neatly on his lap and shook his head.
"When I realized he wouldn't stop, I said I was sorry. By then they had already called the cops." The last was said in a defeated tone and Nick kept his head down.