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02. Billionaire Betsy

The sight of the Nightmare Leader made me sick. Evil basically radiated off him in thick waves, charging towards me with unrelenting force. My feet were stuck to the ground as I stared, everything a blur around me except for the three taunting figures ahead of me.

Dillon Elmore looked the same, in a way, except since middle school, his already dark brown hair had reached the point where it was almost black in the shadows, only revealing more of the chestnut colour when sunlight reflected on it. Whenever I was unfortunately closer to Dillon, I could tell his dark coffee coloured eyes were flecked with the tiniest bits of maroon and blood orange, the intricacies intriguing me so thoroughly that I usually forgot I was in danger whenever his fist was close to smashing my face in.

Everything about Dillon Elmore screamed power, wickedness and hella' good looks, but the mere glimpse of him sent me running in the other direction unlike every other air headed, desperate bimbo in school. Maybe it had something to do with his violence, constant rudeness, threats, untainted reputation of killing innocent little girls—I didn't necessarily have proof of that last part, but I wouldn't put it past the arrogant beast—monstrous temper tantrums, liking to my suffering and many trips to the nurses office.

Just because I was a grudge holder didn't mean Dillon was a good guy. His actions were unacceptable to anyone with a brain in their thick skulls. Girls around me were already drooling over the Nightmare Leader's apparent abs that they could even see beneath his black shirt, and admiring his legs that were covered entirely by his dark denim jeans. A simple outfit that was fit for a supermodel. In complete honesty, though, I did see a difference in him...

He had gotten taller! Not good. Now I was up to his shoulders and he would look even more intimidating when threatening me.

Talin Brinkman, who seemed to have a completely different expression at my appearance compared to Dillon's smirk, was standing with a glare and crossed arms, as if he could just propel me away with his power and money. I wasn't saying he was rich because the Nightmare's were secretive bastards, but with the expensive clothes he was always sporting, surely he had some big bucks in his pocket. Talin managed to blend in with his umber leather jacket and converse shoes, making it seem as if he was as poor as anyone else in this school, but I saw through the charade.

Only a richie could afford to be dropped off in a mustang nearly everyday, even though he parked away from the school and walked the rest of the way with his friends. I expected him to shower his money and brag about his wealth, but he was the opposite. He was quiet, composed, distant, cold and a bully. Despite his effort to seem bland, his exotic ocean eyes caught my gaze from a mile away any day.

It was like there was a battle between who conquered his official eye colour, a war between the greens, the blues and even a bit of grey. Talin's hair was significantly lighter than Dillon's darkening brown, but the roots were a rich course of darkness, fading into a lighter shade of brunette at the surface. The low quiff style was casual, but not unnoticed as girls batted their eyelashes, gushed and even pointed and giggled.

Like Dillon, Talin was lean, hiding muscle no girls could see but still fainted over, and intimidating. I had endured the unpleasant show of Dillon and Talin's strength personally when they felt like rewarding me for my unintentional annoyance towards them for the millionth time. The result ended with me either in the sickbay, in a garbage bin or in a claustrophobic closet where I could silently pass out.

The third Nightmare, Cornelius Duckett, was no doubt strong, but I couldn't give a rating on how strong since he was the nice villain that never gifted me with a bruise. He stuck to the electronics, making memes about me—which sometimes hurt more than Dillon's punches—the teasing and I could easily say a nine out of ten with the threats. He wasn't bad at those.