She’s the kind of girl to eat your heart out if you let your guard down. There’s no surviving her. You’re constantly on-and-off with her, rebounding off her with other girls before going right back to her. Merula knew that.

You were walking to class when Merula suddenly grabbed you and dragged you into a broom closet.

“Hey,” she whispered, not giving you a moment to react as she kissed you. If her kisses couldn’t kill you, her looks would. You were her girl, but she definitely wasn’t yours.