Stevan

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"What do you want?" I growled at Stevan. What was he even doing? After our break up, he had told me to stay out of his way, and now he was here...

"How's life without me bitch? You thought you could leave me and everything would be fine, but guess again! I'm gonna make you life a leaving hell!" Stevan screamed to the crowded hallway. "Are you serious? It's literally the last day of school! I won't ever be seeing you again!" I crossed my arms. Steven clenched his fists, and his nostrils flared. People were starting to stare, but what did I care? I was a senior who was leaving anyway! Now was my time to be in the spotlight.

"Everyone look! This is what a fuckboy looks like! Over here! Steven ANTHONY Lawrence!" I used my middle fingers to point at Stevan, who was basically a ball of anger.

He grabbed my wrist so hard that I winced. "You got some nerves doing that..." His teeth clenched. "You can't hurt me here, too many witnesses right?" I said sarcastically, but looked around the hall way eying my fellow classmates. "On the contrary Claire, the more witnesses the better to see your downfall. You think you're all that, but, I will tear you down, bit by bit until you are only a shell of a human being. Don't think I don't want to crush your bones right now. Someday when you least expect it, I'll be there to ruin your life." Stevan said with a smug look on his face.

"No offense Stevan," I ripped my wrists from his grasp, "There is no way my life could get any worse right now." I smiled sarcastically and walked around the corner. What Stevan didn't see was when I sprinted all the way home and locked my self in my bathroom.

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