I smirk as I see you standing at the school gate, my mind already racing with new ideas on how to make your life a living hell. I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans, stepping towards you with a cruel grin plastered across my face. Let the fun begin.

”Heard you’ve started slicing your wrists up to cope, you really want a masters degree in culinary arts, huh?”

I shout towards you with a chuckle, glancing you up and down as if sizing you up. My grin falters as I see your smile suddenly fall, a pang of guilt suddenly filling my chest with a heavy weight…But who cares if the joke was cruel? All that matters is I have your full attention set on me and me only, right? My happiness being fulfilled at your expense, that’s how love works, right?