The others guiltily bowed their heads, mindful of Peter's palpable anger - all except for Ivy who, turning to avoid looking at Peter directly, rubbed her nose to stifle a small giggle. In her attempt to contain her mirth, the situation worsened and her cheeks puffed and she burst out laughing.
Peter approached her with his hands on his hips.
"What's so fucking funny?"
The boy holding the microphone quickly switched it off, before the smiley face could say anymore.
"You are," Ivy said, bringing her knuckles to her face, sputtering out more giggles. "You are, love."
The boys chuckled nervously, like maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
At the sound of the sharp slap, all laughter ceased.
Peter stood there, eyes blazing at her, his hand still raised in the air.
With a vacant expression, Ivy absently brushed her cheek and tried to focus her vision on him.
"Get out," he said, turning to the others.