Loser. •Part Two•


He looked at her until she met his eyes. When she did, he smiled, but she didn’t smile back.

She looked away. Patted her thigh.



As she gives her speech, Stella keeps patting the knife strapped to her thigh. Making sure it’s there. Making sure she doesn’t second guess herself. As she finishes her speech, the audience claps. She looks for Zane, but when her eyes meet his, an immense feeling of guilt washes over her. She looks away. Pats her knife.

Then the duke, her father and the leader of the academy, comes over to her. He shakes her hand and congratulates her amidst enthusiastic applause.

Staring him straight in the eye, she draws her knife.

She stabs him!


A bloodcurdling scream erupted from her father’s mouth. He crumpled to the ground.

Stella turned to the crowd as they gaped at her in shock.

“Smell you later, losers.” She said with a brief salute.

Then she bolted for the exit.

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