Lena's POV.

I headed out of the class with a heavy heart. Sadness was all I felt. The pain of Xander's hatred towards me was nothing to compare to all the torture I had ever passed through.

I stole a glance back as I stepped out of the class and fear gripped me as I saw Xander leaving his desk. He was really coming out to fight with me and his face was far from smiling. He was looking as deadly as a monster,

Everyone had heard me dare him. I'm sure he wasn't going to stay back like a weakling.

I sighed deeply, swallowing the lump in my throat...