Dangerous Lovers (BeckFreen)

3- And The Rivaly Begins..

"YOU'RE A CHANKIMHA?!!"
"YOU'RE AN ARMSTRONG?!!"

They both shout in unison while panting from exhaustion. Rebecca's eyes piecing through Freen's and Freen's doing the same. Face to face with their rival. And immediately their attraction for each other vanishes in one motion.

They stare each other down in fury. Both in disbelief and anger. The air is thick with tension as they both struggle to contain their emotions. Finally, Freen speaks up. "You've got to be kidding me." she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is surprising isn't it? Seeing my rival here." She continues, chuckling darkly. Rebecca's jaw clenches not finding anything Freen says hilarious.

"What the fuck you doing here?!" She snaps back, her voice harsh and cold which makes Freen smirk. "No need to be angry Armstrong. You wasn't like this before." She playfully says which makes Rebecca loose her strength to hold back. She grabs the collar of Freen's shirt, slamming her against one the lockers next to them. Her eyes are dead with emotion and her poker face darkening every second. All she sees is red. All she feels is anger. And all she hears is her father's word lingering in her mind and repeating every single second.

"The last time I'm going to ask. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing here?!" She demands slowly but terrifyingly. Freen smugly watches her. "I moved here to study Armstrong. I heard this place has the best education so I decided to join and I got accepted." She starts, shoving Rebecca off her. "Not everything is about you and your weird ass family." She finishes, her voice dripping with irritation when talking about her rival's family.

Rebecca's fists clench more, her fingernails digging into her palms. Freen watches her blankly. "Now if you excuse me, I've got my first class to go to. See ya around Armstrong." Freen nudges past Rebecca leaving her standing in the corridor alone. She let's out a deep sigh she thought she didn't need. She can't believe she's here. A Chankimha is here.

She groans frustratedly while running her fingers through her short brown hair. Rebecca stuffs her hands into her pockets and slowly leaning her back against the locker she pinned Freen against. "Damn it!" She mutters, her teeth gritting in agitation.

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During the school day, I can't help but get the most annoying girl out of my head. Armstrong. The surname my family and I despise. I never once knew how she looked. My parents told me about her but that was all. And now seeing her in the high school I'm in? I feel waves of anger flow through me. Though I completely acted like an annoying bastard back there, all I felt was pure hatred for her.

But I won't show it. She does but I won't. I want to make sure every time I see her I annoy the heck outta her. To show her I'm not afraid of her or her family. The Armstrongs are rough, dangerous and cruel when they want to be. I can see that all in Rebecca.

"There you are Freen!" A voice takes me out my thoughts. I turn around to see Nam panting crazily like she just ran a marathon. "Oh...hey Nam." I start. She gives me a look suspicion. "Don't hey Nam me. Why'd you run off? I've been running like a maniac trying find you!" She scolds and I chuckle slightly.