The quarrel had gone too far. So much so that Niccolo didn't approach her for a week. He also had a fight with his sister against the background of imaginary, but such really high-profile circumstances and events. It was all messing with his head, but the guy couldn't overpower himself, because his reputation was at stake. She was literally hanging.

Niccolo skirted the school corridors in the hope of going outside to light at least one cigarette for the day. A heavy burden fell on his shoulders, endlessly pressing on his most vulnerable points.

The guy's fingers were shaking from exhaustion, as well as from the tons of alcohol he had drunk last night. It was fun, no doubt. But how hard are the consequences for him now? Even so, I couldn't numb the dull ache that squeezed my temples. “It's over,” Niccolo whispered to himself, finally lighting a cigarette.

He inhaled the heavy smoke, pursing his lips. And finally gathering his thoughts, the guy burst through the school doors again, looking for the victim he needed. No. Sacrifice is an understatement, Niccolo reckoned. His eyes had spotted the one who had so skillfully mocked his mind.

The guy's fingers grabbed her uniform with a rough grip, dragging her somewhere around the corner, away from prying eyes. Niccolo pressed the girl against the wall and slammed his palm against the wall next to her head. “You decided to avoid me instead of at least apologizing!,” he hissed, maintaining close eye contact. “Is it really that hard to text? Really?”Emotions were pouring over the edge, but the guy was confident. He can handle it.