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 writing an apology letter for her. That apology letter was going to be written by she herself. Who did she think was, punching me that way? Humiliating me in front of Coach Hens. And to think Coach took her side. And Adrian actually shoved me, for her. "By the time I'm done with you, Amelia," I said through clenched teeth, my hand gripping the elastic ball in it harder. So hard the veins in my arm bulged.

Jason Davenport "Dear Amelia. An apology letter written on behalf of my offenses. Please accept my sincere apologies for the scandal created in your name, solely caused by me. I accept complete responsibility for my actions and shortcomings and the inconveniences it has caused you by far. I am truly sorry for them and completely understand your disappointment in me. "I cannot defend my actions, and if I could reverse them, I would, but I can not. However, I can personally assure you that no such mistake would be made in my name again. Once again, please accept my sincerest apologies. Sincerely, Jason Davenport."At the last word, I heaved a "remorseful" sigh and looked up with hope in my eyes, folding the letter in my hands. The crowd of students was in a mild disarray from the letter I'd just read, clearly the ones doing the forgiving for Amelia, who on the other hand, sat at a corner of the bleachers, somewhat isolated from the others, her head hung low and her hands fo

Jason DavenportI woke up angry. Reaching for my phone to see what time I was, I remembered I didn't have one anymore. Just great.Dad had finally found a way to take my life away from me. Maybe now he'd have the chance to enjoy life with his fucking underage mistress. I'm sure Ashley would love that. A knock interrupted my thoughts, irritating me further."Who the fuck is that?" I barked. One of the many servants who worked for us walked briskly inside, leaving the door half closed. "Mr Davenport demands that you come down for dinner." He said curtly."Tell him to go fuck himself," I snarled.He made no sign to show he heard me. Instead he only said, "Mr Davenport insists."I've never wanted so desperately to smash someone's head against the wall-well, except Amelia-as I did at that moment. I contemplated on punching him, maybe take out some teeth, as I clenched my fists. But I knew there would be consequences.

Amelia ForbesI couldn't help but feel really jumpy at school today. I ducked at the sight of every six feet male figure, feeling incredibly foolish when I realized it wasn't Jason.Okay. It wasn't my fault. He had literally threatened me last night so. . .I checked my timetable. We only had once class together today.Not that it would prevent the threats from happening. But it'd be nice to not have to see him till later. A tall, sandy haired figure came into view and I let out a small yelp and attempted to hide my head in my locker. After a few uneventful moments, I carefully inched my head out just in time to see the sandy haired guy-who was definitely shorter than Jason and had a pair of glasses on-give me a strange wondering look as he walked past.I restrained from slapping my forehead as that would only make me look worse, and confirm the fact that I had gone nuts. Instead, I grabbed my books and fled to find an empty space to hide.

Jason DavenportAssorted bottles of alcohol lined up in the center of Adrian's huge living room as the gang sat in an uneven circle, exchanging the latest juicy gossip and snickering heartily. We had all agreed to hang out at Adrian's today as I'd told them I wouldn't be available to do so for a while as I was helping my dad on an important project he was working on.No way was I telling them I was grounded.That was embarrassing.The only person who knew was Adrian of course, although I didn't tell him why.As Greg plunged into a story of the best blowjob he'd ever received- everyone laughing and chipping in at intervals-I noticed that the only odd ones out were Kimberly and Adrian. Kimberly sat in the center of a large sofa-Malia and Aneeka on either side of her-joining in the conversation once in a while, but mostly staring daggers at me everytime our eyes met.We hadn't talked since the shit that went down at my house. I pretended not to