[ I bet you do, something in Alec thinks bitterly. Back home to his nice house and his nice family so he can crawl into a corner somewhere and cry. What a joke.
Alec scoops up the book, turning it over in his hand like he has all the time in the world to consider it. Like he isn't standing on this kid's hand. ]
I think you should make it up to me. Does your mommy give you lunch money, huh? I think that should be enough to get me to forget this whole thing.
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Alec scoops up the book, turning it over in his hand like he has all the time in the world to consider it. Like he isn't standing on this kid's hand. ]
I think you should make it up to me. Does your mommy give you lunch money, huh? I think that should be enough to get me to forget this whole thing.