14; Amusing VS Annoying.

7 YEARS LATER.

Camila Castello.

I take it back. Cassain Gregory is a ruthless son of a bitch.

My body went flying across the field like a ragdoll, my back hitting the bark of a tree and the breath in me got knocked out for that brief second, a hand wrapped around my neck tightly, cutting air supply though not enough to kill me, but enough to make me surrender or at least, show who has triumphed.

Those all too familiar red irises met mine, amusement twinkling in them while the corners of his lips tiled upwards into a small, victorious smile. “I win.” Cassain declared, before pulling his hands off my neck, allowing me to drop on the floor.

Unlike before though, I didn’t fall on my back. Rather, I fell on one leg and one knee, which is an improvement on my part as I coughed, trying to regain my normal breathing. My eyes burnt slightly from unshed tears, wired along with the cut off source of air, but I blinked them back.

I flicked my head up, my eyes narrowed in slits at the man sta