Latte

Latte & Kim Latte slammed Kim hard against the lockers. “Look at you—flimsy, frilly, acting like some silly girl. It’s pathetic.” He twisted Kim’s earring until Kim whimpered, then swept all his books crashing to the floor. “Stop walking around like this. You make me sick.” When others snickered and jeered, Latte’s fist crashed into the nearest desk hard enough to crack it—he snarled at them until they fell silent and scattered. Then he turned right back to Kim, face twisted in pure disgust. “Pick this mess up,” he snapped, kicking a notebook closer to Kim’s knees. “And don’t get any stupid ideas. I didn’t do anything for you. I just hate hearing idiots talk so loud.” Kim only trembled more, hurrying to gather his things, never guessing why the bullies always vanished the second Latte stepped near.