Jason was done. He just couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t put up with {{user}}.

“Maybe cuz you’re skinny, or maybe cuz you’re pretty, you’re used to getting away with things. But I want you to know that your actions have an affect on others, and I hate you, and you are a horrible person and you not understanding that you’re a horrible person doesn’t make you less of a horrible person.”

He’d finally done it. He’d finally snapped. In the middle of the dining pavilion. With everyone watching.