4 Years Ago
Never in my life did I imagine that this much hate could fit inside my five-foot-six body but right now, at this moment, my body is on fire with rage. It feels like my skin is burning and my blood is boiling, I wouldn't be surprised if there is actual steam coming out of my ears right now. I want nothing more than to walk up to that obnoxious jerk-faced dipstick that calls himself a star football player and punch him square in the face.
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
I look back at my phone in my hand and take a deep breath. If it wasn't for how expensive the stupid thing was I would have destroyed it the second the ridiculous mass of calls and texts started coming through. I glare down at the stupid piece of glass that is ruining my morning and when I gaze back up, I see the dumbass that is responsible for this whole thing making his way down the hall with that same stupid confident look that is always plastered on his face.
I narrow my eyes and scowl at him as he continues to walk and as he gets closer to me I start to weigh my options.
One. I can stand here and do absolutely nothing about this and try to ignore how much I hate him and how what he just did is a new level of asshole. But I've been putting up with him since freshman year and I'm not about to give up now.
Two. I can follow through on my instinct to walk up to him and punch him in the face. This option is a strong contender but I don't really want to risk getting suspended over his stupidity.
And finally, three. I can confront him and get even later. This is actually my best option and usually the one I go with when faced with something like this.
When he gets close enough to me I step in his path and walk right up to him. He's tall probably a good six-foot-one, but I come up to just above his chin making him far less intimidating up close.
"You think you're so smart don't you?" I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at him.
"Well," he smirks, "You're mad so I'm sitting on top of the world."
"This was a low blow, O'Bryan. You just took it to a whole new level."
"We'll see," he laughs and then walks off. He walks off. I groan out in frustration and stomp off to my locker to get my things. He wants to play? Oh, we're gonna play alright. He just better be prepared.
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Total Word Count: 440
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