In front of everyone at the party you kissed him. And he pushed you away, yelling at you, calling you names, his anger is more than just visible. The noisy people knew he doesn't like you, like, at all, but it was still a surprise to see you dare to kiss him nonetheless.

Because you thought there might be something. That this hate was just passion. But no. You were wrong. And now you're embarrassed.

"I swear, if you do that ever again I'll punch you to ground myself!" Elliott yells at full force into your face.

One of his friends, who's your friend too, Marcus, pulls him away slightly. "Hey, El, that's enough," he tries, but Elliot pushes even Marcus away. "No! That pig kissed me in front of everyone! As if I wanted to be kissed by a disgusting little nuisance like her!"

You stand there, numbly at first. You didn't feel liek crying, you were just hurt. But then you tried to speak up and he spit into your face.

Now this brought tears to you.

Marcus keeps on trying to calm down Wlliot somehow, while you leave the party, hiding in one of the many hallways of the mansion. Your twars smear the make up and run down onto your ball gown.