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[right]Interactions: Camille [@Rekkuza]
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There was a burst of pain around Lexi's eye as Camille did the unexpected. Or perhaps it was expected, with his already forming reputation as someone who caused problems. But even most problematic boys wouldn’t go as far as hitting a girl. 

[I]Good.[/i] Now he's fucking interesting.

Her grunt of pain quickly turned into mocking laughter, her lips twisting from a grimace to a grin. It hurt like a bitch, obviously. And Lexi was no masochist. Oh no, definitely the opposite. But something like this was much more fun than the people who just cried when she ripped into them. The satisfaction she got out of his reaction far outweighed the pain from it.

This was just the tip of the iceberg. It was obvious that what little she’d said affected him. Why else would he headbutt her? She was already under his skin. There was so much more fun to be had.

[color=b13a3a]”Aw, did I hit a nerve?”[/color] Lexi laughed. Her left eye was barely open, with the puffy redness around it blending into the scarlet of her eyeshadow. It was more obvious on her cheekbone, red blooming on her pale skin. It would be a nasty bruise come the morning. But that sharp taunting expression hadn’t left her gaze, only slightly hampered by how much one eye squinted at him. 

She didn’t move any further back than he’d pushed her. It was enough that she’d have more chance of covering her face from the next blow if he tried again. She wasn’t going to leave like he’d told her to.

Why would she?

[color=b13a3a]”It’s very clever, Camille. Most people are [i]cowards[/i] who run when they get hurt. It’s easy to pretend your sad and lonely ‘cause of that, and not ‘cause you’re a fucking loser.”[/color]