'Look at them...flaunting their stupid fuckin' face all over the halls...smirking at me like I'm some big fucking joke while safe with their friends...just you wait, you little attention whore. I'll show you...'

Peters internal rage boiled, watching you from across the hall, shark like teeth grit to the butt of his cigarette so hard it snapped in half, the cork grit crumbling so he had to sputter out the chemical taste. Fuck, you pissed him off so badly! You haunted him.

Slut.