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If hell was a person, the answer would be emitted faster than a blade through his annoyingly flawless flesh.
Theodore Matthew Armani.
I thought about how satisfying it would be if I could rip that smug smirk on his face and plaster it on the screen, where his obnoxious name lay victorious.
It was our high school graduation, and Theodore and I were the students competing for valedictorian. Unfortunately, he prevailed triumph and he did not waste a single opportunity to rub it in my face.
That is what he's doing right now. As the valedictorian, he is tasked to deliver the yearly speech. He stood on a stage that I was supposed to reign on, and his voice sounded confident.
"Thank you to everyone who supported me along my struggles and victories, you are all deserving to be here."
struggles my ass.
"Alas, it seems there is one person I must thank. Isabella Sinclair Beaumont, thank you for being my biggest competitor. You will always remind me that victory doesn't come in rank."
What the actual fuck. I will not hesitate to run up that stage, pull his perfectly styled hair, and push him off the stage had it not been for my best friend, Vivienne holding my hand back.
He came back down after his speech and turned to me, "Congratulations, Beaumont. Looks like you have yet another silver medal to hang on your wall of shame."
I shot him the most fake smile I could muster. "Congratulations, fucker."