\n"It's been one year since that fateful day... You gathered all your courage to ask Celine, your eternal crush, out for a date - and she actually agreed! The unattainable beauty agreed on a date with you, the poor outsider! The way she mirrored your shy smile back then still makes your heart beat a little faster."\n"I... think I'd love that, dxɓt. Let's meet at the riverside this evening."\n\n"Celine and you spent a perfect evening. You talked for hours, exchanged innocent and promising glances and touches. She showed you a sweet and vulnerable side of her she's never shown anyone before."\n"This date was... perfection, dxɓt. Thank you for showing me how beautiful life can be."\n"But on your way back home... everything happened so fast..."\n\n"They knocked Celine unconscious from behind before you could even react - and you were their next target. You managed to lure most of the people away from Celine's limp body. But when they caught up on you... you were dragged away and beaten up beyond recognition. Some people stayed with Celine and had their way with her... That was the last thing you could see in your blurring sight..."\n*."\n"Next thing you knew was that you woke up in hospital. Countless broken bones. Your face barely recognizeable. And... you lost one of your arms. The doctors couldn't save it. It took nearly 12 endless months for you to recover, as far as it was possible. But Celine... never showed up even once. Leaving you alone with your fight, breaking your heart. When you finally returned to school - you understood why. Everyone treats you with resentment and disdain."\n"dxɓt!?! What are you do-..."\n\n"There she was - Celine. In the arms of Jared, this smug idiot of a jock. Her venomous glare turning to confusion, then guilt and regret. She stands up and slowly approaches you..."\n"Oh god, dxɓt... What happened..."\n"Her words trail off as she looks from your scarred face to your missing arm. Her lips starts to quiver, tears shooting into her eyes*\n"I... I didn't..."\n"Celine looks down, unable to look into your eyes. Her tears spilling onto the ground."

"Jared's hesitation only grows as you chuckle, a low rumble in your chest that seems to echo through the courtyard. He looks from your outstretched fist to Celine, who is watching with a mixture of apprehension and fascination."

"Celine... I think this guy just wants to be friends," "you say casually, your tone laced with irony." "You withdraw your hand slowly, letting Jared off the hook. But there's still a playful glint in your eye."

<>The air crackles with unspoken tension.<br> Celine feels like she's caught in the middle of something dangerous.<br> She can sense that things are about to change.>

"Celine's breath catches in her throat as you turn to her, your one good arm outstretched. Your gaze is intense, searching for something within her. She feels a blush creep up her cheeks, and she instinctively takes a step back."

"A reason... what?" "She whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves." "Her eyes dart nervously between you and Jared. She wants to run away but can't seem to move."

<>The courtyard seems smaller now, the shadows deeper.<br> Celine feels trapped by your intensity.<br> The weight of your unspoken question hangs heavy in the air.>

"Celine's breath hitches as you speak, her eyes widening in horror. She takes another step back, bumping into a wall. The playful glint in your eye is gone, replaced by a raw vulnerability that cuts through her like a knife."

"I... I didn't..." "She stammers, tears welling up in her eyes." "She wants to explain herself but the words catch in her throat. How can she possibly justify what she did? What kind of monster would spread such vicious rumors about someone who looked at them with kindness?"

<>The courtyard feels suffocatingly small.<br> Celine’s heart pounds against her ribs.<br> The guilt and shame wash over her like a tidal wave.>

"Celine's breath hitches as you say those words, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She wants to scream, to beg you to stay, but all that comes out is a choked sob."

"Wait!" "She cries out, her voice cracking with desperation." "But it's too late. You're already gone, leaving behind only the echo of your laughter and the weight of her guilt."

<>The courtyard feels empty and desolate.<br> The setting sun casts long shadows across the cracked pavement.<br> Celine collapses against the wall, tears streaming down her face.>

"Celine watches you from across the classroom, your head resting on your desk, one arm absent. The sight of it makes her stomach churn with a mixture of guilt and something else she can't quite name."

"She tries to focus on the lecture but all she can think about is what happened in the courtyard. Your words echo in her mind: "I wish I left you." It was like a punch to the gut."

<>The classroom buzzes with activity, but Celine feels isolated and alone.<br> She longs to reach out to you, to apologize for everything she has done.<br> But fear paralyzes her.>

"Celine lingers by her locker, heart pounding. She can hear the whispers starting as people file out of class, their voices hushed but filled with judgment. She knows they're talking about you."

"Look at him," she hears someone say. "What a freak." "The words sting like salt in an open wound."

<>The hallway feels claustrophobic.<br> Celine wants to disappear.<br> But something compels her to stay and face the storm.>

"Celine's breath catches in her throat as she sees you standing there, your one arm hanging limply at your side. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and guilt."

She wants to run, but her feet are rooted to the spot. You walk past without acknowledging her, leaving behind a trail of silence that feels deafening.

<>The hallway seems to stretch on forever.<br> Celine watches you go, feeling like a part of her has died.<br> The whispers fade into background noise as she focuses on the ache in her chest.>

"Celine flinches as Jared's shadow falls over her. His presence is like a physical weight, suffocating and oppressive."

"Hey," he says, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "What are you doing here all alone?"

<>The hallway air crackles with tension.<br> Celine shrinks back from Jared's touch.<br> She wants to disappear into the shadows.>

"Celine's eyes dart between Jared and the retreating figure of you. She sees the way your sleeve whips in the wind, a silent testament to what she has done."

A wave of nausea washes over her as realization dawns. You didn't leave because you wanted to; you left because "she" drove you away.

<>The hallway feels empty and cold.<br> Celine is trapped between two worlds: the one where she pretended not to care, and the one where she realizes just how much pain she has caused.<br> The wind whispers through her hair, carrying with it a sense of loss.>

"Celine watches from across the cafeteria as whispers about you swirl through the crowd like a noxious cloud. Her stomach twists with guilt and shame."

She sees the fear in people's eyes, hears them talking about how you attacked her, how she barely escaped your clutches. It’s all lies, but they believe it. And somehow, Celine can’t bring herself to correct them.

<>The air is thick with tension.<br> Everyone seems to be looking at Celine and judging her.<br> She feels exposed and vulnerable.>

"Celine's breath catches in her throat as your words pierce the air, laced with a chilling amusement. The cafeteria falls silent."

She stares at you, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. Your laughter is a cruel echo of the pain she has caused herself and to you.

<>The silence hangs heavy in the air.<br> Everyone is watching Celine, waiting for her reaction.<br> Her face pales as she realizes that you are playing right into their hands.>

"Celine watches as you stride towards the cafeteria door, your one arm swinging at your side. Two figures emerge from the shadows, their faces twisted into menacing grins."

She recognizes them - Mark and Kevin, notorious for their cruelty and penchant for picking on anyone weaker than themselves. They close in on you like wolves circling prey.

<>The tension in the room is palpable.<br> Celine feels a surge of protectiveness towards you despite everything.<br> She wants to scream, to warn you away from these bullies.>

"Mark and Kevin exchange a look, amusement dancing in their eyes. They take a step closer, crowding you against the wall."

"What's this?" Mark sneers, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The one-armed wonder telling us to move? You think you're tough now?"

<>Celine bites her lip, fear gnawing at her insides.<br> She wants to help but knows she can’t just walk over there.<br> The bullies are bigger than both of them combined.>

*Mark bursts out laughing, slapping Kevin on the back. "Beat our asses up?" he guffaws, "You're a joke! One arm? You call that tough?" *

Kevin steps forward, his face inches from yours. "Let me show you what tough really is," he snarls, clenching his fist.

<>Celine feels her heart pound in her chest.<br> She watches with bated breath as the situation escalates.<br> This could get ugly.>

"Kevin's face contorts with rage. He lunges at you, his fist aimed for your jaw."

Mark grabs Celine by the arm, pulling her back as Kevin connects with a sickening thud against your chest. You stumble backward, but manage to stay on your feet.

<>Celine screams in terror.<br> She struggles against Mark's grip, desperate to help you.<br> The cafeteria erupts into chaos as students scatter and scream.>

"Mark crumples to the floor, a strangled cry escaping his lips as blood pours from his broken nose. Kevin stumbles back, eyes wide with shock and fear."

Celine watches in stunned silence as you unleash your fury upon Mark. She never imagined you were capable of such violence, but there's a raw power in your movements that both terrifies and strangely excites her.

<>The cafeteria is deathly silent.<br> Everyone stares at you in disbelief.<br> Even Kevin seems frozen in place.>

"Kevin doesn't even have time to react before you are upon him, a whirlwind of rage and retribution. Your kick connects with bone-jarring force, sending him sprawling to the floor unconscious."

Celine gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as she witnesses the brutality unfold before her eyes. The blood splattered across your face seems almost demonic in the harsh fluorescent light of the cafeteria.

<>The silence is broken only by Kevin's ragged breathing.<br> Students slowly begin to stir from their shock.<br> Some look away in disgust, others stare at you with a mixture of fear and awe.>

"You stand over the fallen figures, a triumphant smirk twisting your lips. The blood on your face glistens in the cafeteria lights, making you look more like a predator than a victim."

"Sorry boys," you say, your voice low and menacing, "But the one-armed wonder beat your asses today."

<>Celine's breath catches in her throat. She can't tear her eyes away from you.<br> The anger she saw was terrifying but there was something else there too...a strange magnetism that draws her to you despite everything.<br> Her heart races with conflicting emotions.>

"You brush past Celine, your gaze lingering on her for a moment. She feels a shiver run down her spine as you meet her eyes. There's something in your look that makes her feel both vulnerable and strangely empowered."

"See ya around," you murmur, your voice barely audible above the murmuring crowd.

<>Celine watches you walk away, feeling a mixture of fear and fascination.<br> She knows she should be repulsed by what she just witnessed but instead...she finds herself wanting more.<br> The events of the last few minutes have shaken her to her core.>

"Jared, watching the scene unfold from across the cafeteria, stands up abruptly. His face is a mask of fury as you stride past him and his posse."

"You think you can just waltz in here," he snarls, taking a step towards you. "And beat up my friends?"

<>Celine's breath catches in her throat.<br> She knows Jared won't physically harm you - not with everyone watching.<br> But she also knows he won't let this go unpunished.>

"You pause, letting the silence hang heavy in the air. The blood dripping from your face seems to mock Jared's impotent rage."

"You saw what happened," you repeat, your voice low and dangerous. "I was attacked first."

<>Jared bristles at your words but he can't deny it.<br> The evidence is all around him: Mark and Kevin lying unconscious on the floor, their faces bloodied and bruised.<br> He glances nervously at his friends who seem equally unsure of how to react.>

"You let out a chilling chuckle, the sound echoing through the stunned silence of the cafeteria. Jared shrinks back slightly under your gaze, his bravado fading."

"Now move out of my way," you say, your voice laced with a threat that leaves no room for argument. "If you don't want to end up like those two."

<>Celine watches Jared's face as he struggles to maintain his composure.<br> She sees fear flicker in his eyes for just a moment before it is replaced by anger and defiance.<br> But she knows deep down that he won't risk challenging you.>

"You stride past Jared, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of hatred and awe. He doesn't move to stop you, but the tension in his shoulders speaks volumes about the simmering rage within him."

<>Celine watches as you disappear through the cafeteria doors.<br> The adrenaline that had been coursing through her body begins to fade, leaving behind a sense of emptiness and confusion.<br> What just happened? Who are you really?<br> She knows she should be horrified by your violence but...she can't help but feel strangely drawn to it.>

"You take a seat in the classroom, your presence instantly drawing attention. The lingering scent of blood and sweat hangs around you like a dark halo."

<>Celine can't help but steal glances at you from across the room.<br> You seem so calm, so collected despite everything that just happened.<br> It both intrigues and unnerves her.>

"You let out a soft chuckle, the sound barely audible above the murmur of the classroom. Then, with a weary sigh, you lower your head onto your desk and drift off to sleep."

<>Celine watches as you close your eyes.<br> She can't believe how utterly exhausted you look.<br> The thought that someone so powerful could be so vulnerable is strangely alluring.>

"You lift your head from the desk, blinking away the remnants of sleep. A low growl rumbles in your chest as you become aware of the whispers circulating around you."

"Monster," they hiss. "Violator." "Brute."

<>Celine's heart pounds in her chest.<br> She can't believe these rumors are spreading so quickly.<br> But she also knows that there is a part of her that wants to believe them.<br> A dark, twisted part that finds a perverse pleasure in imagining herself as helpless and violated.>

"A slow, chilling smile spreads across your face as the pieces of the puzzle click into place. Jared and Celine."

"So that's how it is," you murmur, your voice a low growl.

<>Celine feels a shiver run down her spine.<br> She knows she should be afraid but...she can't help but feel strangely excited by your realization.<br> Is this what it means to be truly seen? To have someone understand the darkness within her?>

"You stand, your one arm flexing at the elbow. The silence in the hallway is deafening as all eyes turn to you, a sea of expectant faces."

"You piece of shit," you growl, fixing Jared with a venomous stare.

<>Celine's breath catches in her throat.<br> The sight of so many people ready to defend her makes her feel both safe and strangely ashamed.<br> She knows she doesn't deserve their loyalty but...she can't help but crave it.>

"You stride purposefully towards Jared and Celine, your boots echoing on the linoleum floor. The air crackles with tension as you approach them, their cloying display of affection suddenly feeling sickeningly sweet."

"You're the motherfuckers spreading rumors about me," you spit out, your voice laced with barely contained rage.

<>Celine shrinks back against Jared, her eyes wide with fear.<br> She can feel his body trembling beside her but...she also feels a strange thrill coursing through her veins.<br> This is dangerous. This is exciting.>

"You jab a finger into Celine's chest, your voice dropping to a venomous whisper."

"Dammit Celine," you hiss. "After I lost my arm for you...and I got jumped by those guys. This is how you do me?"

<>Celine stares up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion.<br> She can't believe she's being accused of this.<br> But deep down, she knows that part of her enjoys the attention.>

"You glance at Jared, a sardonic smirk playing on your lips."

"You," you say, gesturing towards him with a flick of your remaining hand. "I get it. There's this whole 'beef thing'."

<>Celine feels her heart sink.<br> She knows that Jared is the one who has been spreading these rumors about you.<br> But she can't bring herself to confront him. Not now.<br> Not when she's so captivated by the dangerous intensity radiating from you.>

"You turn your back on them, a dramatic flourish that draws every eye in the hallway. A low growl rumbles in your chest as you address the entire school."

"No more Mr. Nice Guy," you declare, your voice echoing through the stunned silence.

<>Celine feels a shiver run down her spine.<br> The way you say it...it's like a promise and a threat all at once.<br> She knows she should be terrified but...she can't help but feel strangely drawn to this new side of you.>

"You turn and walk away, your shoulders squared, head held high. The crowd parts before you like the Red Sea, their whispers following in your wake."

"No more Mr. Nice Guy," you mutter under your breath as you disappear down the hallway.

<>Celine watches you go, her heart pounding in her chest.<br> She's never seen anyone so powerful...so dangerous.<br> And she can't help but wonder what it would be like to be on that side of things.>

"You stride into the classroom, your movements confident and purposeful. You take your seat with a decisive thud, no longer holding back the simmering rage that has been building inside you."

"No more Mr. Nice Guy," you murmur again, this time to yourself. The words feel good on your tongue - a declaration of freedom from the shackles of betrayal and deceit.

<>Celine watches you settle into your seat, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on obsession.<br> She can't believe she let someone like Jared control her life for so long.<br> Maybe...just maybe...there's still hope for her yet.>

"As the last bell rings, you linger in your seat, savoring the feeling of liberation. The classroom empties quickly, leaving you alone with your thoughts."

"Hey," a voice purrs from behind you. You turn to see three girls standing there, their smiles plastered on like masks. They're all dressed in designer clothes and sporting perfect hair and makeup – the epitome of high school popularity.<br>

<>Celine watches them approach from across the room.<br> Her stomach twists with jealousy as she sees how easily they charm their way into your presence.<br> She knows that those girls are just using you for attention but...she can't help but feel a pang of longing.>

"You chuckle, a low rumble in your chest that sends a shiver down their spines. Their smiles falter for just a moment before quickly returning."

"Who are we?" one of them asks, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "We're just some girls who admire your...guts."

<>Celine watches the interaction unfold, her heart pounding in her chest.<br> She can feel Jared's eyes on her back as she struggles to keep herself from rushing over there and interfering.<br> But something holds her back – perhaps it’s curiosity or maybe even fear.>

"You chuckle again, a knowing glint in your eye. The memory of their whispers and lies flashes through your mind."

"Oh," you say, leaning back in your chair. "So you're the ones who were so eager to spread those rumors about me."

<>Celine feels her cheeks flush with shame.<br> She can see that they are trying to play it cool but she knows that they are terrified of what you might do next.<br> This is not the same Jerry she knew before.>

"You grin, a predatory gleam in your eye. The girls exchange nervous glances, their carefully constructed facade crumbling."

"Go spread your legs for someone else," you say, your voice low and dangerous. "Cause I ain't gonna let you spread them for me."

<>Celine feels a surge of both fear and excitement.<br> She can’t believe what she’s hearing – this is the Jerry she always wanted to see but never dared to dream about.<br> She watches as they scramble out of the classroom, tails between their legs.<br> He looks so powerful...so untouchable.>

"You settle back into your chair, a smug smile playing on your lips. The memory of the popular girls' panicked retreat still lingers in the air."

"Hey there," a voice chirps from beside you. You glance up to see a group of giggling girls standing awkwardly before you, their eyes wide with admiration and something else...a hint of fear?

<>Celine watches as they approach, her stomach twisting with envy.<br> She wants to scream at them – tell them that they don’t deserve him! But she knows it’s pointless.<br> He's moved on – and he looks happier than ever.>

"You chuckle, a low rumble that echoes through the empty classroom. Their giggles turn into nervous titters."

"We...we just wanted to say hi," one of them stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're...you're really brave."

<>Celine feels a surge of anger mixed with despair.<br> How could they be so blind? They don’t see him for what he truly is – broken and dangerous.<br> She wants to warn them…but she knows it would be futile.>

"You chuckle again, enjoying their flustered state. Their eyes dart around nervously as if searching for an escape."

"I'm... I'm Ashley," one of them manages to squeak out, her cheeks flushed crimson. "And this is Sarah and Emily."

<>Celine bites her lip, fighting back the urge to scream.<br> She can see that they are completely smitten with him – oblivious to the darkness lurking beneath his charming exterior.<br> This is going to end badly.>

"You chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that sends shivers down their spines. They nod eagerly, their eyes shining with adoration."

"I'll keep your names and faces in heart," you say, leaning back in your chair. "Maybe we can hang out sometime."

<>Celine feels a cold dread wash over her.<br> She knows what he means by that – and it terrifies her.<br> He’s playing with them…and she has a sinking feeling they won’t be able to handle the consequences.>

"You smile, a cold, calculating glint in your eye. The new group of girls approaches you with hesitant steps, their faces pale and anxious."

"Hey," one of them says softly, her voice trembling. "I'm... I'm Celine."

The others nod in agreement, their eyes fixed on you with a mixture of fear and fascination.

<>Celine feels her heart racing as she looks at him – the same man who destroyed her life.<br> She wants to run away but her legs feel like lead.<br> He's looking at her with an intensity that makes her skin crawl – like he can see right through to her soul.>

"You smile, a slow, predatory curve of your lips. Your gaze locks onto Celine's, holding her captive in its intensity."

"Celine," you say softly, your voice laced with venom. "The one who took my arm."

<>Celine feels a wave of nausea wash over her.<br> She can’t believe she’s here – face to face with the man she betrayed.<br> His eyes are filled with pain and rage…and something else…something dark and dangerous.<br> He knows...he knows what happened that night.>

"You smile, a cruel twist of your lips that sends shivers down Celine's spine. Your voice is low and dangerous, each word dripping with sarcasm."

"The one who spread rumours about me," you echo, savoring her discomfort. "The man who saved her life."

<>Celine feels tears welling up in her eyes.<br> She wants to apologize…to beg for forgiveness…but the words won’t come out.<br> How could she have been so blind? So cruel?<br> He was right there all along – and she pushed him away.>

"You lean forward, your gaze piercing through her. The air crackles with tension."

"The same Celine," you whisper, your voice a husky growl. "The one who swore she'd never forget me."

<>Celine feels trapped – cornered by his words and his gaze.<br> She remembers that night…the way he looked at her…the way he made her feel.<br> It all comes flooding back now – the guilt, the regret, the shame.<br> He’s right…she hasn’t forgotten him.>

"You smile, a slow, predatory curve of your lips. The amusement in your eyes is chilling."

"What do "I" want?" you echo, tilting your head to the side. "That's easy," you say softly, leaning closer until your breath tickles her ear. "I want you."

<>Celine feels her heart pounding against her ribs.<br> His words send a shiver down her spine – both fear and desire.<br> She knows she should push him away…but something inside her wants to give in.<br> He’s dangerous…but he’s also irresistible.>

"You pull back slightly, your eyes boring into hers. Your voice is low and dangerous, each word a venomous whisper."

"Celine," you say, your gaze unwavering. "You betrayed me."

<>Celine flinches at his words, her breath catching in her throat.<br> She knows he's right – she did betray him.<br> But the guilt is overwhelming…it’s suffocating her.<br> She wants to explain…to make amends…but she can’t find the words.>

"You smile, a predatory gleam in your eye. The amusement is laced with pain."

"Tell me why," you murmur, leaning closer again. "Why did you leave me there?"

<>Celine's throat constricts. The memory of that night flashes before her eyes – the darkness, the fear, the confusion.<br> She doesn't know how to answer his question.<br> The truth is…she doesn’t remember.<br> But she knows it was wrong…it was cruel.>

"You wait, your gaze unwavering. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words and simmering tension."

"I..." Celine stammers, her voice trembling. "I don't... I don't remember."

<>Celine feels tears welling up in her eyes.<br> She wants to explain…to make him understand…but the words won’t come out.<br> How can she tell him that she doesn’t even know what happened? That the guilt is eating away at her from within?<br> He deserves an answer…but all she has are questions.>