You Messed With The Wrong Person

Compared to Mason and Ash, Haze’s facial features look innocent. However, I couldn’t be deceived by this. The expression in his eyes says that he could kill me with just a gaze. Well, who says I can’t do that? “Are you threatening me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because if yes, then it wasn’t effective. Back. The. Fuck. Off.” It’s rare for me to show my real emotions, and to curse at someone, especially in this school. But all the consequences I must face after this are worth it. Haze was a one-of-a-kind jerk. “Not effective, huh?” Haze smirked. Grabbing my chin, he pulled my face closer to his, and I was grateful there was no one around in this location as the rain started pouring. “You may be pretty, but you're poor. Why would a fucking school talk back to me?”  With that question, I didn't know what hurt more—the grip on my chin or his painful words. I thought he would let go of my chin after speaking, but I pushed him away and stepped back when I felt his tongue on my ear.  “Let