𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎𝑚𝒂𝒕𝒆| 𝐃𝐮𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐚

{Part 23}

Dia:

~ "Leave me." I warned almost in a threatening tone. "I refuse." She replied mockingly.

I hated the fact that she never takes me seriously. It's annoying.

"If you don't leave my arm now, I'm going to scream and alert everyone in campus." Again i tried threatening her but it was of no use.

"Do it." A cocky demeanour reflecting on her face. For some unknown reasons, she seems way too calm and unbothered by all my threats.

"I fucking hate you." I blurts. Surprised at my own choice of words cause i had no idea how that came out of my stupid mouth.

"I know." She holds a strong and determined expression as she tilts her head and smirks at me. I wanted to smack that smirk off of her face so bad.

"Where you going dressed like that?" She asks.

"Why should I answer to you huh? Get the fuck off my arm. Just fucking leave me, are you dumb? Go fuck your girlfriend or something, and just leave me alone!"

This time i let my inner thoughts win and blurted out whatever that was going through my mind. I see her squint her eyes for a second, like she's trying to figure out what's up with me.

"Issa's not my girlfriend." She states. "You kids are just being hysterical with all those stupid rumors and fake photos of me in this shitty environment you call school. Super childish if you ask me. I can't even hang out with my friends in peace." She said sounding frustrated.

"I do not care." I rolled my eyes sarcastically. She gripped violently at my arm that she was holding, making my history book fall on the floor. My eyes widen when i feel the pain rushing through my system, She looks at me with horrific eyes, my breath hitch. I got so scared.

"Then that's your fucking problem? You're such a brat. You think you're special? You're not, okay? you're fucking not. You're not even my type. I'm trying so hard to be nice to you, but you  keep saying things that makes me wanna permanently shut that thing you call mouth of yours." She said fuming.

Wait, is she really saying all this to me right now?

My arm was hurting and so was my pride and ego.  I've never been talked to in that manner all my life.

"At least I'm not some unwanted wretch." I whispered hoping she didn't hear it, but she heard it and now I'm regretting ever saying that.

"What did you just fucking say to me?" I hastily stood properly, mentally preparing myself for whatever she was going to do to me.

I looked up at her because she's a lot taller than me, dangerously radiating dominance over me. She was staring at me very intense, with killer eyes. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise, my palms suddenly got sweaty. Dear God what have I gotten myself into?

I mustered up all the courage in me and said "You heard me." The intensity of her gaze sends shivers down my spine, my breathing turns ragged. I was scared. I was holding onto my phone in my other hand as if my life depended on it.

"This is probably the reason nobody wants you, not even your own parents." I frowned. "You're so rude and-" i couldn't finish my sentence when she harshly put my arm behind my back with so much power, creating no space between her body and mine.

I yelp terrified, why the fuck did i say that? "Shut the fuck up before I do something to you that I might regret." She grips my jaw, rather harshly. The coldness of the rings she wore on her long, slender fingers are leaving a hurtful feeling behind.

She tightens the grip she has on my jaw, slightly putting pressure on my cheeks. It hurts.

"Do not ever fucking drag my folks in your nonsense ever again, you understand?" She said adding more pressure on my cheeks.

"I'm trying to explain stuffs to you and make you understand, but you're here acting like a brat. Go ahead and believe whatever the fuck you want to believe, I don't fucking owe you or anyone any fucking explanation." She glared at me with a murderous expression.

"You're hurting me." I managed to say, with a tear rolling down my face. "Leave me." She then finally freed my jaw from her grip, but she was still holding my arm behind my back.

"Let go of my arm Dua," I said, with more tears rolling down my cheeks this time.

"Since you came into my life, you've caused me nothing but pain and hurt. I regret ever knowing you. Just stay away from me. Do not ever touch me again. I want nothing to do with you ever again." I said without thinking.

She slowly let go of my arm, "Fine." She calmly replied. It was so calm that it scared the heck out of me.

I literally didn't mean any of those words i said.

My  phone rang, i checked and it was Alia. So I answered "Hey," I said, "Girl.. where you at?!" Alia's voice rang through the phone, she was so loud that I had to remove the phone a little bit farther away from my ear.

"I.. I- I'm-" but she couldn't let me finish, "Girl shut the f up!" She laughs. "What's up with you and the whole stuttering thing today? Anyways, you need to come over quickly, I've got you cake!" She said.

"Alia, you really didn't have to... I told you that I wasn't in the mood for a birthday celebration." I heard the bathroom door closing, meaning Dua's in there.

"Blah blah blah blah whateverrrrrr. Just come. Oh, and don't forget to wear the dress I bought you, byeeeeeeee" She hang up.

I sigh. I looked down at my arm that Dua was holding on for so long and I saw how red it had gotten. Now how do I explain this to nosy Alia.

Dua was still in the bathroom, so I took that as my queue to leave before she comes out and asks me again where I was going. ~

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I feel bad for both the characters sometimes.