"Give me my damn phone, Vern Enrile." I gritted my teeth in anger. "I'm warning you."
He laughed as if I was kidding, "And? What if I don't?" he smirked and raised my phone higher, making sure I won't reach it.
He's still the childish and immature bully I've known my whole childhood. We're now in our senior year of Highschool, and he still acts like a Kindergartener.
I tried reaching it again without using violence, but failed as he almost placed it on top of the lockers.
This giant piece of shit!
"Then I'll punch you," I replied, my voice went lower. I closed my fist and was ready to throw a punch.
He laughed louder and it echoed through the empty corridors. We're currently alone since every student has already went to their respective classes. Meanwhile I'm stuck with this annoying bug, my childhood darn neighbor.
"You can't do that. You can't even kill a fly!" he teased at how defenseless I was back then. I took a deep sigh as I control my raging wrath.
"Give me back my phone," I took a breath in every word that escaped me. "Please?" I said, hoping it's all he wanted to hear, the magic word.
But boy was I wrong.
He waved my phone in front of my face before hiding it in his pocket. He turned around and tempted to walk away. I didn't get to control myself any longer and dragged him by the back of his collar. I then slammed him onto the lockers beside us, causing a loud crashing sound. He was definitely shocked as his eyes widened in terror.
I grabbed his front collar and even if I'm a head shorter than him, I was able to lift him up. I tightened my grip on him as my other hand found its way to his pocket where he slipped in my phone.
My face went closer to his ear and whispered, "I'm not the same Zhavia that you used to know, Enrile."
I then brought my fisted hand beside his cheek, "Be thankful I didn't smash your face."
He stayed quiet, and silently surrendered. We kept eye contact until I finally decided to let him go. I don't want another expulsion.
His eyes turned blank as he continued to stare at me. I can't quite read what's on his mind. But somehow, it gave me chills.
I shrugged off the thought. Curiosity should not be a weakness of mine. I'll lose a fight if I let it take over me.
And worse, even after two years of not seeing him, my curiosity still keeps on growing. Just like when we were still in middle school. Those mysterious eyes are something I want to unleash, what's behind its dullness.
I turned around, feeling defeated. Before I could walk away, I faced him over my shoulder. "Vern,"
In the corner of my eye, I saw his head lift up slowly to look at me. He was still leaning onto the lockers, probably still shocked on my new skills.
It was my turn to smirk, "Be scared of me."