"Oh, I think you're spinning inside my head, I think of you all the day, 'Cause you're in my way, Oh, I think you're holding the heart of mine (my heart is yours), Squeeze it apart, that's fine." Step on Me by The Cardigans.
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Serena was surprised that she didn't fall with the way she was trembling, how she stomped and dragged her feet against the wooden floors of the institute as she made way to his room. The moment she arrived, Serena roughly pushed his door open, her swift motion had frightened him, but she hadn't cared if the door handle made a dent in the wall or not, and she hadn't cared if anyone else had heard.
"Where is it!" Serena cried out as she searched his room. "Where did you put them!"
Animosity, was what she had felt, betrayal and anger. The cheek of him. "All the attempts you had asked me!" She had pointed to herself. "To reveal myself, and reveal to you much more information I would've never told anyone else!" She screamed while Will looked at her with wide eyes, he had raised his arm to defend herself, unprepared to what of her rage she would let out.
"Lyonel..." she began. "How Lyonel loved me, how he exploited me, my affair with Davidson, my affair! What I am, you..." she had flared. "Had already known," she said, unaware that she had been crying.
Before Will had been stunned by Serena, he had been writing his own letter, awkward, Will clenched his jaw before he had laughed. "What has gotten into you?" He had attempted to joke. "If you had wanted another passionate round of dry sex---"
Serena had slapped him. Furious, her eyes shined purple. "Fuck you," she has seethed. "Give it back to me."
Will flared his nose, taking in the fact that Serena had struck him. Impatient, Serena raised her hand to grab him, but Will had been quick and snatched her wrist. "I don't like fighting women, but if I need to, I'll pin you down," he rudely promised, but Serena screamed at him.
"My letters!" Serena screamed. "Where have you put them!"
Surprised, now forwardly aware of what she had meant. His eyes wider than usual and skin paler than before. This time he hadn't had any smart come back, thus; he had let go of her. Looked over his room to get them for her while Serena clenched her fists.
