Despising you

Chapter 33

J e n n i e

Heat. Fire. Fury. It's coursing through every vein in my body right now. Am I getting a fever? Or do I just have the will to kill someone right now? Even exhaling is a mission at this point, because I can't manage to breathe, not when I see what is in front of me.

Lisa—on Alex's bed, with a girl in between her legs.

Well, the girl is standing up at this point. Alex is also...zipped up. They both instantly recoiled when I walked into the room. They're smart, I'll give them that; because if I saw anyone's hands anyway near the same vicinity as Lisa, I would have to cut them off. I'm not exaggerating, I've broken someone's hand before for touching her. Maybe it's not the same thing, but still, the consequences would be the same.

"What the fuck!" Alex is frazzled, considering the blush on his cheeks.

"You two," I say, my tone dangerously calm as I gesture with my hands to the two people I'm going to break very soon. "Get out!"

I can't even look at Lisa right now, I'm unable to meet her eyes. I'm just focused on calming my erratic heartbeat before I do something so obscenely violent that I scare Lisa away forever.

"This is my room," Alex sputters in response and his confident façade is laughable.

He's literally still got his hands over his zipped-up dick, that's how embarrassed he is that I walked in on him. He shouldn't flatter himself, I would rather throw bleach on my eyes instead of seeing his dick again.

The very same pathetic dick that Lisa was about to ...

I clench my fists, my nails digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood as I close my eyes momentarily to regain my senses.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

"Who is this?" My eyes blink back open at the sound of the random girl's voice.

She looks genuinely confused and I am too, considering I have no idea who she is. All I know is I was angry when Lisa was dancing with Alex, then she went and made me furious by joining and...kissing her.

Sometimes, there's need for violence. I ignore the nameless girl's question as does everyone else in the room. Maybe they're too preoccupied staring at me as I walk around Alex's large room.

I find what I'm looking for perched on his dusky brown chest of draws—his Lacrosse bat. Such a pretentious prick, I know he's the captain of the Lacrosse team, but really? I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad, yet do I keep pom-poms in my bedroom? No.

Perhaps I should be thanking him for being such a child, because the bat feels quite homely in my hands, especially as I flip it around so the net part is facing the floor and the hard part is accessible to me.

I don't even bother turning to face anyone. I can hear voices, but I can't decipher the words, all I can do is start swinging.

His family photo frames (that's for asking her to be your date to this party), a few beer bottles on his desk (that's for dancing with her). Anything that looks breakable is currently getting smashed (that's for having your hands on her).

Rage rooms are nothing compared to this. I feel pure adrenaline rushing through me as I destroy his room, all while she watches.

"I'm out of here." I hear the nameless girl say worriedly and she runs out of the room, but I don't stop my damage.

"What the fuck!" Alex shouts out for the second time and tries to intervene. His body coming in front of me, his eyes wide.

I mock swing at his face and he flinches, shielding himself in fear (that's for having your dick anywhere near her). I revel in the feeling of him being terrified—so scared of me.