"…sparring with a rat, can you believe it?"
"A Dusthollow rat, no less! Should've stuck with Kang T."
"Guess she likes them desperate…"
Zoe slammed the door shut, sealing Leon inside with the echo of their scorn.
Leon stood there, breathing heavily, the stink of the rotten apple still on his palm. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.
He walked to the bathroom, stripped off the filthy hoodie, and stepped under the shower sprayer.
He didn't turn it on. He just stood there, letting the cold silence press down on him.
"How did she cast it on a video?" He squeezed his eyes, thought of all the other possible ways. He shook his head when the faces of the guys who walked in the field reeled in his mind.
A bone-cracking sound erupted around him, his jaw tightening.
After a minute, Leon swung the shower lever to the left. "Ouch…" then to the right.
Evaporated air gushed out as the cold water replaced the feeling the hot one brought.
