199 Keep your hands to yourself, unless you don't need them.

"Haha. Fancy car, eh?" The group of people chuckled, eyes on the fancy car ahead. They watched the driver's seat open, revealing the pretty boy Axel. 

"Heyo, pretty boy!" said the man who was leaning against the bumper of his modified grey car. His hair was styled into a mohawk with a woman at his side, resting his arm over her shoulder. 

"You still came? Wow! Trying to win back your dignity?" the man laughed along with the others, looking at Axel with equal mockery and contempt. "And also, with a new fancy car. Really! I guess having a rich family is surely a privilege."

Axel frowned as his eyes glossed over the people looking at him from head to toe. They didn't have to say anything, as their eyes were enough for Axel to know their vicious thoughts. His jaw tightened before he huffed, deciding to ignore these people.