15-The Mystery Of The Silhouette

Carena:

He leaned in, getting his face so close that I could smell his minty fresh breath.

In those few seconds, I decided what needed to be done. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back, swiftly getting out of the chair.

Once I was on my feet, I watched him stand up from the chair and come after me to have a word with me.

"I was--," the moment he spoke up, I smacked him hard across his face, silencing him thoroughly.

He gazed at the ground before straightening his posture and glaring at me. He towered over me so much that I felt tiny in front of him, even though I stood at 5 feet 6.

"Just because I laughed with you and helped you with your studies, you thought I'd be willing to let you stick your tongue in my mouth?" I yelled at him, causing him to clench his fists and jaw.

If looks could kill, he would've devoured me right then and there.

"You're a disgusting creep for hitting on your brother's soon-to-be wife," I hissed, while he stood tall with narrowed eyes.

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