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Ava Wilson POV

"Can you please just leave? You're really getting on my nerves. It would be great if you just left," I shouted in anger, unable to tolerate his face and his words, completely shattering my patience.

He was really pushing me to my limit. I couldn't maintain my composure when he was constantly provoking me.

"Stop shouting, you...you're going to make my ears bleed. And if your head starts bleeding again because of your shouting, Amelia is going to blame me. You're the one who's shouting and ignoring everything," Mark retorted with a straight face, cursing at me and trying to portray me as the one at fault. It felt like he was intentionally driving me crazy.

I was already trying to accept the fact that someone like him was my friend. But his calling me names only fueled my anger further, making me wish I could just crack his head open and shut his mouth.

"Well, if this is how you're going to behave with me, then just leave. I'm not going anywhere," I replied arrogantly, sta