Harsh and deep.
There are limits to everything in this world, and false hopes stand no exception here in this regard. Hazel could not help but exit the canteen frustratedly when the useless mates of her gang did nothing great but give her false desires to have taken revenge on Valen real soon.
"They stood mute when she degraded me, and now they give me promises that will never be kept and brought to execution." Whimpering on top, she whiningly came walking to the locker room.
There was no one in the entire school, so that was the only good part. Nobody would see her tears or win any opportunity to laugh at her. Hazel growled, hitting her bag on her locker such that it gave birth to a strong noise before falling on the ground with a thud.
Why is it so difficult to remove all such memories from the mind? Why do they keep coming back? She thought, regretting having the abilities to recall everything, including the past encounters. "I hate that bitch. I swear I will not leave her easily. She targeted me to win my boyfriend's faith, I will show her what it comes along." She ground her teeth sluggishly, settling her butt on the bench near the wall.
She was finally having some good time alone. Ironically, it was just meant to be ruined when Hazel sniffed a familiar odor approaching her. It was sweet and unappealing for some reason. And when she laid her eyes up from her fidgeting fingers, then she just couldn't tame the howls from leaving her mouth!
"Aww, I didn't expect my babe to cry like a baby! That is so sad." Flaring her nose in disgust, Hazel rolled her eyes. She would have appreciated it if that sentence was said out by her boyfriend. Yeah, she would have thrown a few tantrums initially, but with the passing time, she would have given in, pulling him for a bashful smooch. "Ehh, I don't like that ignorance, mate! Come on, look up at me, your Vivian!"
He went on his knees across her, forcefully keeping his hands on her thighs. Since she was wearing short pants ending above her mid-thighs and starting below her belly button, it was a good sight to see her in that sitting posture, where she served more of her flesh to view to his naked eyes.