Despising you

Chapter 12

J e n n i e

Hit me. Hurt me. Yes. She has her hands around my neck and mine are yanking her hair. We're both thrashing each other, but holding each other at the same time and it's burning my body violently.

This is everything I've ever wanted; she's giving into her carnal rage and I love it.

She slaps my cheek and I revel in the feeling. I deserve this for talking about her dead parents; taunting her about it.

That was a vile thing to do, even by my standards. I especially deserve her violence after slapping her. How could I do that? I just can't stop hurting her.

This has been a long time coming; maybe it's because it's our last year. It is probably because of the fear of never being able to see her again is driving me to do this to her. Maybe it's the rage I feel when I think of her and that girl yesterday.

"Fucking cunt!" she screams out, pinning me to the floor, but I bite her arm and she cries out in pain as we both roll around fighting for control, which is funny because we both know how to throw a dangerous punch. We could both end this right now and actually hurt each other, but we aren't; we're soaking in the feeling.

At least I am. I am soaking in the feeling of having all her attention right now, with her hands violently tugging at me. She's reaching for me, even if it's to hurt me—she's still reaching for me and I can't get enough of it.

"Bitch!" I shoot back at her smiling as I feel the blood drench my lips.

I grab her wrists and fight back for control, rolling on top of her and pinning her to the ground while ignoring her kicks. I straddle her body so she isn't able to move out of my grasp.

Both our screams melt into a void of nothingness when my eyes fall to her body, which is beneath me. It's so toned and smooth, like she was sculpted by the Greek gods.

How is her body this perfect when she hates working out? Especially those tits, which are being accentuated by that pretty lace bra. Does she wear sexy things like this often?

Her hands pulling at my hair snap me out of my trance, my head forcefully tilting up. She smirks at my pain and I freeze in this position. I can't move, not when her dangerous green eyes are staring into mine. I feel like the whole world is spinning and I can't breathe.

"What is going on in here?!" A voice barrels into the locker room, snapping both of our heads up to see the principal at the door.

"She started it!" we both shout back in unison, a blush rising to my cheeks at our position.

"Both of you come with me now!"

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"I can't believe I'm gonna fucking miss biology because of you."

Seriously? She's got blood on the side of her cheek, her jet-black hair is ruffled beyond belief and although her uniform is buttoned back up, it's completely trashed. Yet somehow, the one thing bothering her the most is missing biology? Lisa is such a nerd.

"Cry me a river," I mock her, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Ladies, that's enough! I'm utterly disappointed with what I've just witnessed!"

Principal Yang is bellowing her words out. After she caught us, she immediately ushered us into this empty classroom, sat us both down, and has spent about five minutes staring at us with disappointment.

I hope she doesn't tell my mother about this—not that she would answer her phone anyway, she's too busy for that.

"Fighting? You know YG doesn't stand for violence." She sighs. "I'll have to punish you both for this behaviour—"