Loving Recklessly

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else. I had a mission, and it had to be executed flawlessly. It was almost like a new energy had taken ove

rows of lockers, their dull metal surfaces reflecting the dim light of the early morning. The air was cool, and the smell of f

s. I wanted to be alone when I thought about how I was going to make Colony suffer for his indifference. Yesterda

while I waited for Charlotte. She was the only one who would help me with this. I kne

lling the room. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, her school unifor

up?" she asked, sitting down ac

need you to help me with something," I said,

. "Colony Reyes, the schola

thinks he can walk in here, all cocky and mysterious, and pretend like he's bet

e. "Sounds like you're about to

embers who he's dealing with. We can't just let him walk aro

ell she was intrigued. "Alright, I'

ally. We're going to make him pay for what he did yesterday. All

ith mischief. "Glue? What e

is chair. Right on the seat. When he sits down, he'll be stuck there.

ius. You're right, he deserves something like this. You can'

ctly. He thinks he's untouchable. Well, today, we show

nd we needed to make sure we executed everything before Colony even had a chance to take his seat. We would hide

ng subtle or indirect; it was about making a statement, showing him that he couldn't just toy with me and wa

efore the bell rang. Charlotte and I quickly made our way to the

ed expression barely noticeable as he focused on his phone. I knew this would be the perfect opportunity. He wa

ony even had a chance to catch up. The desk at the front was already

the seat of his chair, making sure it was perfectly spread out so there would be no chance of hi

door and walked into the classroom, his tired eyes scanning the room. I held my

wn without a

oze for a second, and then... boom, the sound of the glue sticking to his pants echoed

e contorting with confusion and frustration. Part of me almost wanted to go up

rday. The way he'd ignored me. The way he had mad

breath, the anger that had been simmer

re stuck he became. I could see him trying to peel his pants of

a sick sense of satisfactio

ed around, and h

ould focus on was his eyes, they were dark, intense, and full of an emotion I c

mo

ng a word, he walked toward the door, dragging the chair with him. He did

dn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Was this really the

ehow, despite the guilt that tugged at my chest

regret cr

will make