"Shut the fuck up!"
"How about you do it first!"
You glared at the man across the room from you, your fists balled up and in your lap. you got up from your seat and walked over to him, pure rage in your eyes. "Sit down princess, don't start this with me" You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him towards you "I'm not your fucking princess, don't ever call me that again. Ghost." You let go of his shirt and sat back down, getting back to work on your laptop, rage still pumping through your body.
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You walked through the halls, humming the tune of one of your favorite songs. Everything had calmed down between you and Ghost, or so you thought. You grabbed your plate of food and looked for your usual group of friends in the mess hall. It wasn't hard to spot them out of the room, making your way over to them.
Oh, such a tragedy.
It was like the world slowed down as you lost footing, your plate being the first to hit the ground and then you following soon after.
How embarrassing.
You quickly got up and looked at who had tripped you, you were so pissed off and embarrassed that you had just eaten shit in front of everyone. "Be careful sweetheart...that looked like a nasty fall." The ghost mumbled, his arms crossed. "You..."
You could finish your thought before you brought your hand up and into contact with his face. The shock in his eyes was the only thing visible to you. You went to move away from him, the exit door a bit far but you could make it if you sprinted. "You're stupid (Y/N) and you're a dead man walkin'."
You didn't hesitate any longer, making a dash for the door and down the hall. At this very moment with that giant of a man running after you. You wished your room wasn't so far from the mess hall.
"FUCK OFF! You started this!" You yelled as you ran, where was Price when you needed him? "You're the idiot who brought it to this." He snapped back, he was getting too close, maybe you wouldn't make it out of this one alive.
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"Stop running in the halls!"
Oh, thank God!
You ran behind the man who was at the end of the hallway, gripping his shirt. Shaking like crazy from the adrenaline. "Price! He's trying to kill me!" You pointed at Ghost. "The fuck has gotten into you two. What happened?" You glared at Ghost, waiting for him to speak up.
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"You tripped her in the mess hall. She slapped you and you decided to chase her."
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"You're both acting like children. Stupid children. So you'll get a fucking child punishment."
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You both sat in a plastic folding chair, facing the corner, you both had been sitting there for over an hour. The silence was so deadly between you two but in the end, it wasn't going to be your fault.
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"I hate you"
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"The feeling is mutual (Y/N)."
