My Meek Desk Mate Is the Secret School Tyrant Chapter 08

My Meek Desk Mate Is the Secret School Tyrant Chapter 08

The crowded school gate went dead silent. Time stopped. Every single pair of eyes locked onto us.

My brain went completely blank.

Swear I was aiming for his shoulder. But he’d bent down at exactly that moment. The height lined up

perfectly. My palm caught him full across the face.

Honestly? I wanted to drop to my knees and beg for his forgiveness right there. Slapping someone in public

was beyond humiliating.

Orion just rolled his jaw. Didn’t even flinch. He took my backpack, slung it over his shoulder like it was

nothing.

“Done. Let’s go.”

He wrapped an arm around me, a human statue frozen in horror, and walked us both away in front of the

entire school.

I kept sneaking glances at his face. The finger marks were fading. But his face was getting redder.

Panic bubbled up. I whispered, “Are you okay? I really didn’t mean to do that.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Should I get ice? To put on it?”

“I’m fine.”

“Then why is your face getting so red?”

Orion slowed. He turned his head and looked at me. “If you keep staring at me like that, it’s going to get

redder.”

Right. I snapped my eyes away. Stopped looking entirely.

The guilt was unbearable. I just kept apologizing. Orion was generous. Said it was fine.

He smiled. “You’re about to get very famous. No one’s going to mess with you now.”

We reached my building. I fidgeted with my fingers, then gave him the deepest bow I could manage. “I’ll make

it up to you. I promise.”

Orion grinned. “How?”

I choked. Stammered. “Sorry. I haven’t figured that out yet.”

“That’s fine.” His smile was gentle. He handed me my bag. “Take your time. You’re the one protecting me now

anyway.”