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ᴇɴᴛʀʏ #21 | ʀᴀᴢᴇ

021 | Raze

Arriving home from school, (Y/N) immediately dropped her backpack to the floor and collapsed onto the couch, groaning from the series of events that had happened to her. Unfortunately, Amar wasn't there to complain to since he informed her that he would be doing something else that afternoon.

I'm so tired...

After meeting with Jian, Valen tried to talk to her again in History class—unknowingly sparking jealousy within Jess and making her act hostile toward her friend. Then came Math class with the test that their teacher had been preparing them for that entire last week. And finally there was Art class: (Y/N) was actually a bit nervous since she would see Silvius again, but he acted the same as usual.

Quiet, antisocial, distant.

The one thing that was different was that when she walked into the room, he greeted her with a small smile.

But that was it.

I kinda just need the weekend again.

Turning over to breathe since she had landed face first on the comfy sofa, she then wondered where Shreya was, the house being unusually quiet with the woman's car absent from the driveway. Just as she was contemplating whether to do homework or watch TV, the doorbell rang, distracting her from her thoughts.

Who's that?

Sitting up with a groan, she shuffled over to the door and opened it slowly, letting out another groan when seeing who it was standing there.

"What the hell do you want, Roselle?" She griped at the other girl.

"Where's Amar?" Roselle instead demanded with a roll of her eyes, not so subtly trying to peer over (Y/N's shoulder and into her home to try and find the boy. "Even though we broke up, we still have some unfinished business to discuss."

"No, you don't," she sighed as she ran a hand down the side of her face in exasperation.

"And how would you know if we didn't?"

"Because Amar updated me on your guys' relationship constantly by asking me if he should break up with you or not after you did something stupid. Some examples would be constantly making him buy stuff for you, verbally berating him when he didn't, using him for homework and test answers, slapping him when you were angry even though he didn't do anything, and constantly trying to alienate him from his friends and me," she ticked down the list by counting off in her fingers, her own emotions flaring as she remembered the emotional abuse her best friend and brother had to go through. "Honestly, the only reason you hang around trying to talk with him again is because you want him back under your thumb. You don't like or love him in any way—you just want to use him."

"God, fuck you," Roselle snapped at her as she gripped the edge of the door that (Y/N) tried to slam in her face. "You don't know anything."

"I actually know everything, and I also know that if I look at you any longer, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from punching you, so please let go of the fucking door and get off of my property," she smiled passive-aggressively, about to close the door again after Roselle let go but stopped when she spoke again.

"Amar will come back to me," she gave a vicious smirk as she flicked a piece of hair behind her shoulder and walked away. "Just you wait."

Jesus, what a bitch.

How did Amar even deal with her?

Scoffing at Roselle's arrogant attitude, (Y/N) slammed the door behind her and rolled her eyes. Walking up the stairs to her room, she stripped off her uniform and pulled on some comfortable clothes before setting to work on her homework, completing the dreaded assignment in only forty-five minutes. Padding back downstairs to see that she was still alone in the house, she sat down and pulled out her phone.

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— 𝟓:𝟑𝟑 𝐩.𝐦. —

𝐦𝐞: hey, this is (y/n)
𝐦𝐞: i wanted to talk to you about something if youre willing to listen?

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While she was waiting for Silvius' reply, she went to the kitchen to fix herself a quick snack, dipping a piece of apple into the sauce of her choosing before walking back into the living room and noticing that her phone was lit up with a text back

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— 𝟓:𝟑𝟔 𝐩.𝐦. —

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: sure

𝐦𝐞: you know how you were able to get rid of those people always surrounding you?
𝐦𝐞: how do i do that?

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: confused.
𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: more details.

𝐦𝐞: theres this girl that used to date my friends, and shes just a bitch
𝐦𝐞: she wont leave him alone and literally just now she came to our house wanting to see him

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: live with him?

𝐦𝐞: yeah, hes basically my brother even though we're not related by blood
𝐦𝐞: anyways, no matter what i say to this girl or what my other friends say to her, she wont leave us alone so i need some help
𝐦𝐞: the adults and teachers dont do shit because her familys rich

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: oh
𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: sorry
𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: will help

𝐦𝐞: you will?
𝐦𝐞: that's awesome, thank u
𝐦𝐞: if u can, meet me tmmr during lunch and ill show u who im talking about

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: okay

𝐦𝐞: talk to you later then, bye :)

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬: bye

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While (Y/N) laughed at Silvius' way of texting, setting her phone down and then popping an apple into her mouth before switching on the TV, said boy was in his room sitting at his desk, staring down at his phone. Something about how she had asked him for help—for him specifically—made him want to smile, but the look quickly was stunted when the door opened and an older man in a pressed suit entered.

"I told you not to come in here," Silvius turned around with a snarl, his usual cold expression now morphed into one of complete loathing.

"I'm sorry, sir, but your parents have ordered me to escort you downstairs."

He scoffed, but rose and walked past him.

The man let out a small exhale as he pressed his arms behind his back to hide the trembling in his hands, glancing back into the room one last time to see the photos upon photos pressed against the wall of a girl with dark hair, dark skin, and dark eyes in different positions before he too exited the room.

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To be continued...