I stand in front of the one person I abhor the most in this world . By abhor I don't mean bland hatred I mean a passionate hatred , the kind forged by ethereal flames and kindled for millions of years - poetic , but it's my fantasy - obsessed brain coming alive . POINT IS - Fèlix Toussaint , the one male I cannot stand , the thief of my dreams and the bane of my existence . No not romantic "Bane" like Kate and Anthony , I mean murderous "Bane"
After 7 long years of constantly duelling with Toussaint , I finally gained enough courage to stand up for my opinion . Gone are the days where I'll be silenced and hide in his shadows . Gone are the days when I'll let him tie with me , gone see the days where I let everyone believe that we'd tie for valedictorian .
" you've ruined my life" I spit , grabbing his attention .
"And ? Should I care ? " he replies flashing me with his million dollar smirk . I scoff , jabbing my finger into his chest , I shove him continuously till he's pressed between my body and the wall behind him .
