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"Ohh, that girl a seat away from Xavier is Marga. She's bestfriend with him." Agatha said, slightly pointing at her
"So thats the girl clinging onto my Xavier for so long.." Camille said, "I doubt that they'll stay as bestfriends, she surely likes him."
"So what? You should just go talk to him then. You can't just watch it all happen, can you?" She said, playfully punching my shoulder.
"Of course not," She said with a sinister grin, "I'll obviously do something about her."
"Oh, like kill her..?" Agatha joked as she playfully pretended to stab herself and die.
"Maybe. I'll think about it." Camille replied emotionless.
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[Camille POV]
"With Love -.-." I wrote on the right down side of the sticky note, "surely Xavier will notice my love for him with this letter.."
"Class Dismissed." The professor announced to the class. It was time for lunch, and all the students left the classroom. Carefully, without anyone noticing, I quickly placed the note on his desk. And went to the door looking for him as my eyes caught him with another girl.
Her name is Marga, she's been clinging onto my Xavier like a insect that wouldn't leave him alone, ever since the school year started. I look back at the letter I placed on his desk, reminding my self that my efforts will pay off. I looked back to them and saw Marga's head was leaning on Xavier's shoulder... I couldn't really stand it much longer anymore. With her alive, our love will be ruined.
Unacceptable. I would never let that happen.
As soon as they parted ways, I ran to Marga and innocently asked if we could be friends. Her being a selfish person, asked if I could do a favor for her, a favor in order for us to be friends.
She asked for assignment answers, and I immediately gave it to her.
Some time later, during lunch we quickly finished our food. As for the spare time we had left, I suggested we go for a walk, maybe in the back of the 3rd building..
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As they arrived to the back of the 3rd building there was no students around.
"Ew.. it smells in here." Marga said as she put her hand on her mouth, disgusted by the smell of the nearby garbage.
"Finally.." Camille mumbled, as she put her hand in her pocket, ready to take her knife out.
"What did you say?" Marga said, as she scoffed.
"Nothing really. How about we walk this way." Camille spoke as she led her to a much more hidden corner, and pulled her knife out of her pocket.
As Marga saw the knife, she straight up fell to the ground, shocked. "Oh my god! Ca-camille..! What are you doing with that?!"
"Chillax,we'll just cut the grass here like!
"What?! Why do you have tha!-"
"This—"
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"Oh my god... I... Actually killed her..." Camille looked at her hand holding the knife stabbed on Marga's stomach. Shaking as she let go.
