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"Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're alive." --- Carew Papritz.

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Nobody messes with what's mine.

These words spiral around my head non-stop like a train as I change back from my PE clothes in the locker room, listening to Hot Girl Bummer on my air pods.

He said I'm his.

I'm not his.

He doesn't have any right over me. Him and his sadistic ass can go fuck themselves.

'Quentin! That's mine!' I turn around in the middle of buttoning my shirt, and watch as a brown-haired beauty snatches her perfume back from her bewildered friend, Quentin.

They both look identical. Almost as if they're twins. Maybe they are. Both beautiful with their straight brown hair and sun-kissed skin. Their light blue eyes are like pale waters, and they have figures only dancers can have.

I'm kind of envious.

Keywords: Kind of.

I'm happy with who I am.

Quentin pouts. 'Why can't I use it? I let you use my brand new, limited edition Hermes bag yesterday.'

The other girl rolls her eyes.

'This scent is mine. Alaric loves it, therefore you can't use it,' she states.

I freeze at his name.

What relation does she have with Alaric?

'Are you going over to his house again?'

Again?

'Of course.'

The two girls seem to notice that we're the only ones left in the locker room and, as if they're both programmed, they rotate their heads to look at me, glaring.

'Why're you eavesdropping, bitch?' the girl named Quentin asks me with narrowed eyes.

'I was just leaving,' I put on my blazer and make to walk away, but the other girl speaks.

'You're that fugly girl that got Alaric all pissed off. Why don't you just leave him alone?,' the nameless girl says with a cruel sort of smile.

Why don't I leave him alone?

This girl clearly hasn't been paying attention.

'I'm Clementine,' she adds.

'I know who you are,' I remember her from when I was in grade 6. She used to always trip me (the old me) in the cafeteria, pull my hair (probably jealous I was a redhead) and doodle all over my school supplies (probably thought she was a good artist).

Minor, regular stuff.

She glares at me.

'Don't mess with me. The damage will be far too expensive for you to afford, scholarship girl,' and with that, she and Quentin gather their stuff and walk out.

I'm the only girl left in the locker room.

I slump against the lockers and steady my breath.

I need a library.

And music.

When I get to the car, Jayden's sitting shotgun and Julian's driving, so I get in the back, greeting them both.