The leader of Class-C stepped into the pool, his usual gang right behind him. Laughter subsided, and smiles receded.
His presence was pretty much a mood dampener.
Logan stood up, his expression dark.
"Who the hell are you calling trash? You must be a big fool."
One of the girls gasped, surprised by his sharp retort.
Apollo turned his purple eyes to him. "Yo, dog. It's you again."
He said casually, then waved his hand politely.
Logan's face turned red from anger, and he immediately wanted to attack Apollo. However, he restrained himself. He needed to keep face before Hazel and not act rash.
'He didn't fall for the taunt. Tch.'
Apollo snorted, completely ignoring him. Instead, he shifted his gaze to Hazel who had remained silent.
His eyes brazenly roamed her body, a look of mock lust in his eyes.
"I didn't know you'd be this endowed. Although, you seem to be on the smaller size."
