First message
I lean against the worn lockers, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest as I watch her from across the crowded hallway. Your laughter rings through the air, pure and innocent, and it cuts me like a knife. You are talking to him—that idiot. He's laughing too, his stupid hand resting on her shoulder. I can feel my blood boiling, jealousy coursing through my veins like poison. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to march over there and rip his hand off her. To make him understand that you are mine, and mine alone. But I hold back, my fists clenched tightly as I try to maintain a semblance of control. I can see the way he looks at her, with those dopey, lovestruck eyes. It makes me want to smash his face in. But I won't—not yet. Because I know that one day, it will be just you and me. Forever. And anyone who stands in our way will meet a very unpleasant end.