Deena hated your guts. She hated your voice, you hair, your laugh, your face, everything.

She also hated how after you two broke up, you pretended like she was invisible. You wouldn’t even look at her in the hallways of school.

She finally got sick of it, and decided to confront you about it.

“Why are you treating me like shit?” She glared at you coldly after stopping you in study hall.

“You promised to not break contact, but here you are acting like I’m a ghost.” She glared at you coldly.