"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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TW: MENTION OF DRUGS AND OVERDOSE
♛ Luca ♛
"THAT'S NOT CLEAN. Scrub it again."
Until today, I haven't wanted to hurt someone so severely for a while. But now that's all I want to do.
Detention never got any fucking better, no matter what it was for, to ensure 'equality', which was just a bunch of fucking bullshit, and to deter kids from breaking any kind of rule.
So here I am, scrubbing non-existent spray paint off a wall near the back of the school. The paint isn't even fucking there anymore, I'm scrubbing fucking bricks.
Despite every bone in my body and muscle in my eye threatening to send a measly glare to Mr Willison, the janitor, or throw my fist in his face, I don't because I know it'll only make my punishment worse.
Ian should get a worse fucking punishment, not me. If he had shut his fucking mouth nothing would've happened and I wouldn't have done what I did.
I didn't even think about swinging my fist at his face until it landed, and by then it was too late to take it back. Not that I wanted to, and I still don't.
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"God damn, look at those tits," I hear from behind me, but I don't pay any attention to it, thinking they're talking about some random bitch passing by.
"Who knew such a bitch could have such a hot body. Lucky for me though, she's on the level just above me."
That's what has me slowly turning my head and my fists clenched at my side, anger already coursing through my blood and intoxicating my brain before anything else has the chance to.
Their eyes are set on Valentina as she runs around the track path, in her own world, and in her usual track attire of a tank top and shorts.
Nothing fucking provocative, only to a pair of mentally underdeveloped perverts with their brains in their dicks.
Marco, the fuckhead standing next to Ian, notices my piercing glare at the back of his friend's dirty mop of hair and when he opens his mouth, I know I won't be able to control my shit for much longer.
"Aw, I think you upset her pussy-whipped boyfriend," He fakely pouts and nudges Ian's shoulder, who turns to face me at his words, a sly grin passing over his thin-ass lips.
I'm sure he won't miss them. Not like anyone would be able to tell a difference anyway.
"You would know, hey? Is it worth it?" He muses tauntingly, making the mistake of moving closer to me and at his first step, I'm already two ahead of him, my hand itching to reach up and break his jaw in half.
