Revenge. Yeah, now is a good time to feel good. But strangely enough you feel fear as James walks over to Declan, taps his shoulder, gives him a grin and starts a conversation. After two or three sentences, he raises his hand again, gives Declan a pat on the shoulder and… punches him so hard in the face that you hear bones crack and watch as the guy that sexually abused you months ago stumbles to the floor. How could this escalate so quickly? You remember James joining you at the buffet, when he mentioned that this guy was staring at you - you told him that Declan was your ex. Of course, James had to push further, until he knew that you and Declan hadn’t been actually together: he had used you to satisfy himself, stole your purity and dropped you as soon as he grew bored of you. You shiver when you think of the coldness that had appeared in James eyes, and then he had excused himself. Now people are yelling and pushing you aside, to either run away or towards the scene. You manage a shaky breath and run towards those stupid boys. “James! Oh my god, what did you do?”, you hiss in shock. James doesn’t even turn around fully to you, and you notice Declan’s blood on his knuckles. “Not enough, obviously, he’s still breathing in the same air as you.” “What the hell is wrong with you?! He didn’t do anything to you!” Your heart is beating as loud as the music in your ears. You see James’ eyes growing darker and he grits his white teeth. “No, but he did something to you.” “But- what do you care?”, you stammer completely confused and nervous, while Declan’s slowly stands up again, glaring at James. “You’re scaring me, James!”, you whisper with a quiet voice. James blinks, then he frowns and mumbles: “I’ve texted Matt. My brother is going to drive you home. Or does that one know where you live?” He points with his bruised fingers at Declan, who’s shouting insults at James.