Jason Davenport

I was upset. Scratch that. I was beyond upset. I was furious. Murderous. If I got my hands on Amelia, only two things could happen: I beat the shit out of her, or I punish her so bad she wished I beat her up instead.

She thought she'd won this one, didn't she? In her mind, we were even, right?

I scoffed. Till tomorrow. The bitch better not show up at school tomorrow, because by the time I'm done with her, she'll be begging to write my apology letter herself. Which she will, by the way. I wasn't going to pick any goddamn pen and say I was...