You Cannot Trust An Assassin

RUBY VERMILLION

To hell with Riftan and that pathetic, dramatic Beta of his!

I grabbed my pencil and clenched it with my fists until the lead broke in half. How dare they humiliate and play with my emotions just like that?

How dare they judge me like I was nothing?

I swear to the heavens above that I won't let them break me again. May it be that darned Riftan or that little maid of his!

"Ruby. Calm down... you'll open the wounds on your skin again."

I looked at Linda with an annoyed expression and rolled my eyes, "I'll make them pay. Of course, you're out of it Linda."

She heaved a sigh and sat beside me, "That doesn't make me feel anything better at all. You seemed to have hurt yourself a lot with Sir Vale."

"I didn't lose though," I flipped my hair and shrugged my shoulders. "That weirdo was the loser who went crawling in the floor, first."

"Yes, yes. Of course, you didn't."

"He was weak in the first place! Didn't even get the chance to knock me out-"

"Who's weak?" a voice interrup