DERRICK POV
*again Imagine Dragons on speaker, but with “MONSTER”*
Reyes was stomping his way out of the library, slinging his bag around like a toddler mid-tantrum. First on the table. Then the floor. Then a chair, like it had personally insulted his ancestors.
Connor muttered something in thick Scottish and stalked toward the cafeteria, scratching his stomach like a damn bear coming out of hibernation.
I liked him.
The Hollow twins, still lounging like the gods of bad reality TV, exchanged a look.
“Too much drama,” one of them said lazily.
“Yeah,” the other agreed, standing. “I didn’t come here for stupid pissing contests.”
They got up and disappeared, already bored.
Albert and Alexej followed, muttering something about stamina and “burning it off in the gym” instead of “watchin
