In first Pov: I sit in my class doing my work when
In first Pov: I sit in my class doing my work when suddenly my enemy (Axel) pulls my hair!
The rhythmic scratch of my pencil against paper was the only sound in the otherwise silent classroom. I was lost in the world of Shakespeare, deciphering the complexities of Romeo and Juliet, when a sharp tug brought me back to reality.
My ponytail was yanked, sending a jolt of pain through my scalp. I whipped around, my face contorted in fury. There, smirking at me with the smug satisfaction of a bully, was Axel.
“What the hell, Axel?” I spat, my voice trembling with anger.
“Just a little reminder, sweetheart,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with mischief. “That you’re still the biggest loser in this school.”
My fists clenched. Axel had been tormenting me since the first day of school. From snide remarks in the hallway to tripping me in the cafeteria, he made my life a living hell. He was the epitome of everything I hated: arrogant, self-centered, and utterly cruel.
“Leave me alone, Axel,” I growled, my voice tight with suppressed rage. “You’re not worth my time.”
He laughed, a harsh, grating sound that seemed to mock my anger. “Oh, but you are so worth my time, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re the perfect target, always so predictable.”
His words, laced with venom, struck me like a punch. I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me. But then, something unexpected happened.
My anger morphed into a steely resolve. This time, I wouldn’t let him win. I would fight back, not with words, but with actions. I would make him see that I wasn’t a helpless victim, but a force to be reckoned with.
I stood up, my gaze fixed on Axel. He leaned closer, his breath hot on my face, the scent of his cologne, a mix of leather and sandalwood, sending a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t fear, though. It was something else, something primal and untamed.
“You think you can intimidate me?” I challenged him, my voice unwavering. “You think I’m scared of you?”
He looked taken aback for a moment, his eyes widening slightly. Then, he sneered, “Scared? Sweetheart, you’re just a scared little mouse.”
“Maybe,” I said, a hint of a smile playing on my lips, “But even a mouse can fight back.”
He laughed, dismissively. Then, he lunged, his hand reaching for my face. I ducked, his fingers brushing past my cheek. In a flash, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it, sending a wave of pain through his arm. He yelped, surprised by my sudden attack.
“You think this is funny?” I asked, my voice a low growl. “You think you can hurt me and get away with it?”
His face contorted in pain and anger, but he didn’t back down. He stared at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and something else, something that I couldn’t quite decipher.
Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. The sudden noise broke the tension in the room. Axel, nursing his throbbing wrist, glared at me, his face pale with anger. He muttered something under his breath and stormed out of the classroom.
I stood there, adrenaline coursing through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest. I had just stood up to him, actually stood up to him. And, for the first time, I felt a sense of triumph.
As I walked out of the classroom, I couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at me. It wasn’t the same hate-filled glare, it was something else, something that made my stomach clench. It was a strange mix of anger and… something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Maybe, just maybe, this encounter was the start of something new. Perhaps it was the beginning of the end of our rivalry, or perhaps it was the beginning of something else entirely.
As I walked down the hallway, a single thought resonated through my mind: Axel had just discovered that the mouse could bite. And I had a feeling he wouldn’t forget it anytime soon.
