News of Refael's open challenge spread like wildfire.

The students of Ajax High gained hope.

Everyone hailed him as the hero of the school.

The fear that I spent years instilling within them dwindled the moment he said those words.

In less than a month, students began to rebel against me.

My car was vandalized.

I got food thrown on me.

Someone switched my body wash with orange body dye so I spent an entire afternoon looking like an Oompa Loompa.

My food was poisoned.

They said that rebellions become revolutions.

I had an open rebellion on my hands.

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I headed to the cafeteria to have lunch.

I'd usually sit alone.

Every day I'd be blessed with gifts of gratitude from the ever-loyal students of this institution.

Today I received none.

I was being treated as if I didn't exist.

It suffocated me.

For the first time in a long time, I was that pathetic little girl all over again.

It was destroying me.

I could feel eyes on me.

I could hear muttering.

"Do you think she'll snap?"

"Nah."

"Did you hear that Refael was the king of his old school?"

"Ah, no wonder! He's so charming!"

"I think he's 100x hotter, calling Octavia out like that."

"Serves her right the bitch."

"Let's be good to Refael!"

That was the last straw.

I slammed the tray on the table.

"Refael Koch!" I yelled.

"Stop it, you're wearing my name out," he taunted, causing everyone to laugh.

I clenched my fists and stormed towards him.

"You-"

"What did I do? Oh, don't tell me you thought my words were empty-"

I swung at him, but he dodged my hit.

What the-

Before I could fully comprehend the situation, my hand was behind my back and I was braced against Refael.

I had never been this close to a guy before. Girls were easy to mess around, so I messed around with them.

But guys?

Yeah, I kept them at an arm's length. I thought they were truly despicable creatures.

But something about this particular toxic specimen of masculinity drew me in.

"I wonder what is going on in that head of yours," he whispered.

I could feel my legs buckling.

What the-

I pushed him away.

"You psychotic pervert! Stay away from me!" I yelled.

He laughed and crossed his arms.

"Not quite as fun when you're the recipient of the mind games, right my dear Kobold?" he asked.

"You disgust me," I said, my blood boiling.

"I'd like to say likewise, but I must not tell lies to a beauty like yourself."

I stilled.

Was he messing with my head or was he being honest?

"Liar," I retorted.

"Yet even you don't believe that I'm lying."

He was right.

I didn't.

"I don't. However, I am a sucker for compliments, even if it comes from a fellow sadist."

He gave a lopsided grin.

"And what if fellow sadist admits to finding you and your antics attractive?" he asked.

Thump-thump.

A part of me that I thought I buried well was resurfacing.

I clenched my fists.

You will never be that person again.

You are a monster.

A disappointment.

You are Octavia Hale, the tyrant.

Grabbing a lemonade bottle, I hit him on the head.

He touched his head and smiled when he felt the blood.

"Wow...so strong..."

With that, he collapsed and fell to the floor, blood trickling down the cafeteria floor.

"Refael!"

Dinah came running towards us and pushing me out of the way, grabbed her brother. She looked at the blood, then at the bottle in my hand that still had blood and finally at me.

"You are truly a despicable creature," she said.

I laughed.

"Oh, I never made any efforts to deny it Dinah doll. Tell your baby brother to stay away from me if he doesn't want to lose his life."

Before she could say anything more, I walked away, throwing the bottle to the floor.

Only the shatter of glass, the click-clack of my heels and Dinah's screams filled the air.

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The next day when I entered my playground, it was silent.

Just the way I love it.

Nobody met my eye.

The fear was back.

The reverence was back.

Perpetrators of the past couple of days in 3, 2, 1.

Three girls went on their knees, crying a river. I smiled.

Splendid.

"Sorry Miss Hale." They chorused.

"Arise," I commanded.

They gulped but did as was told.

"Wipe those pathetic tears. You were not crying when you did your deeds."

They wiped their tears so quickly, I thought they would've cut their face with the tissue.

"Now, follow me."

They nodded, scared out of their wits.

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I had a boy strap them to a pole in the gym.

I then dumped cold water on them while hitting them, making everyone watch.

The fear right then and there was to the infinite power.

I could not make something like that up.

When I felt it was enough, I had the boy untie them.

They fell to the floor. One of the girls collapsed.

"Have the nurse look after them. I will not be held responsible for their weaknesses."

Refael was in the hospital. He had to get stitched up and was currently recovering.

Safe to say his sister hated my guts.

Not like I cared.

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That afternoon, I got home earlier than usual.

My birth-giver was at home.

"At least go and find some activity to get involved in. No accomplishments to your name, how do you expect to marry?" she asked.

Damn, the bitch must be out of coke to be so concerned.

I laughed.

"I just love how you assume that I'll marry. I'll stay with you until you take your last breath, don't you worry," I said, skipping to the kitchen.

I heard her footsteps quickening.

Oh shit, here we go again.

"You ungrateful bitch!"

She raised her hand to slap me, but I grabbed her hand and punched her in the stomach. She let out a loud scream.

"Fuckin-"

"Bitch? Disappointment? Piece of shit? I know. You don't have to tell me. I remind myself every day so that I don't be pathetic. But do you know what you are?" I asked, towering above her.

Her eyes widened with fear.

"I am your mother!" she yelled.

I hesitated.

I never hesitated.

I couldn't even hurt my biggest tormentor without feeling empathy.

"You're a sad excuse of a birth-giver. Even that wasn't a favour to me. Should've had a miscarriage if you knew you didn't want another daughter, you pathetic crackhead."

With that being said, I walked away, leaving her groaning in pain.

I had a long day.

And she just had to start her shit.

This was all his fault.

That bastard Refael.

Damn him to the ninth circle of hell.

The fucker.

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New chapter.

Imagine as I'm typing this, High School Sweethearts is playing.

Akekeke.

The plot hasn't picked up as yet... relax guys.

And the chapter's name... if you know Dante's Inferno... you'll know where I'm going with it.

Well enjoy you sick fucks.

-Safiello