"After everything I did for you?"
Hawk could still hear Sensei Lawrence's question ringing in his ears. The longer he thought about it, the angrier he got.
But behind the Hawk mask, it was Eli whose fury burned hottest. Eli, the loser who'd flipped the script at Sensei's suggestion. The nerd who shed his loser skin in order to become badass, which was the only thing that mattered. The pussy who, under Sensei's heedless guidance, did everything to change who he was and still wasn't happy.
After everything Sensei Lawrence did for him? Eli would tell him to eat shit.
