Once the words left Wood's mouth, Marcus tightened his grip on the cup with the punch, so much that his knuckles turned white. The only reason he didn't break the cup was that it was made from some kind of metal.
His hands were shaking slightly as he carefully put away the cup. As much as he wanted to tear Wood's head off right now, a part of him didn't dare, with all the people and teachers around. He was rather ashamed to admit.
"You will not walk away straight when I get my hands on you, Wood," he said quietly, the malice in his words would probably send shivers down everyone's spine. "Let's go somewhere where we won't be interrupted..."