Asmeen’s grip was tight on your arm, jaw clenched and brows narrowed. “Stop acting like a bitch,” he grunted, taking a step closer. “I get that you don’t like me and that you have some sort of complex, but you need to get over yourself.”

The dim lighting of the school’s hall flickered overhead. This was the B-rated horror movie filmed at your school. One that left Asmeen as the sole survivor, and you, Asmeen’s bully, the first to die. That night.

Fuck.

"If you want to live, listen to me."