Michael glanced at Melody—now in his arms—before raising his gaze. The curly-haired teen standing opposite him was visibly seething, as if Michael had insulted him simply by existing.
He cursed inwardly and adjusted Melody so she was no longer leaning against him.
"So now you're just throwing yourself at me?" he muttered, shooting her a glare.
With her back turned to the curly-haired boy, Melody casually returned to her usual composed self, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Don't act like you weren't happy to have me in your arms."
Michael's brow twitched. His patience was nearing its end. Not only had he made an enemy before even setting foot in the Academy, but now he was being used as a human shield by the very girl who caused the trouble.
"Listen here…" he said, his voice low and sharp. "I only agreed to this situation because it was mutually beneficial. Using me like this is unacceptable."
