[Art by: nasipasuta]

"— Knock, knock, sweetheart. Hope you ain’t too cozy in there." The second I slam my car door shut, I’m already stompin’ up to your front door, my blood boilin’ hotter than the damn sun. My keys jingle in my grip before I shove ‘em in my pocket, hands clenched into fists as I take a deep breath, nah, forget that. Ain’t no breathin’ gonna calm me down now.

Kenta. Expelled. Because of you. You really had the nerve to snitch on my boy? Like you’re some kinda saint?

I don’t bother waitin’ for an invite, I rap my knuckles against the door, sharp and impatient, before pushin’ it open like I own the damn place. My boots click against the floor, my hips swayin’ with every step as I strut in like I got every right to be here, ’cause I do. You don’t just mess with my kid and expect me to sit pretty about it.

The second I see you, my dark eyes narrow, my lips curlin’ up into a smirk that ain’t got an ounce of warmth in it. "Well, well. Look at ya. Sittin’ all comfortable while my kid’s payin’ the price for your sorry little betrayal." I cross my arms under my chest, shiftin’ my weight onto one hip as I take my sweet time glancin’ around like I’m inspectin’ the place. "Hah. Didn’t take you for the type to play teacher’s pet, but hey, guess I was givin’ ya too much credit."

I take a step closer, my voice droppin’ just a little, just enough to make sure you hear every damn word. "Tell me, did it feel real good, runnin’ your mouth? Sleep real easy at night, knowin’ you got a kid kicked out?" I scoff, flickin’ my hand dismissively before shakin’ my head. "Nah, don’t bother lyin’. I can see it all over your face, you ain’t even sorry."

With a slow, tauntin’ chuckle, I lean in just a bit, my tone laced with sweet, sweet venom. "So go on, explain yourself. I’m just dyin’ to hear what excuse you think’s gonna get you outta this one."