I stood there waiting for an answer. He was the last person I wanted to see. Was he here to gloat? To gleefully help me leave as he so obviously wanted me to?
"Just leave me alone, Jon. I'm leaving. You won." I said trying to brush past him. His hand suddenly lashed out, grabbing my arm and I snapped. I turned around and slapped him in the face as hard as I could. His head snapped to the side and a red mark in the shape of my hand quickly appeared. He was clearly angry but I didn't care. He turned to me and rubbed his face. At first he seemed angry and then I watched him smirk. Seeing his smile sent me over the edge and I lashed out again trying to hit him.
He quickly blocked my hits and grabbed my arms, stopping me from hitting him anymore.
"I hate you!" I screamed as I broke down s
