You can't help but feel guilty about what happened, even though they were the one who acted so violently towards you. Maybe if I had been nicer... You shake your head, trying to focus on something else. It doesn't help much.

You decide that you need to talk to someone about this. Maybe if you confide in someone, it'll help ease your guilt just a little bit. You head over to the school counselor's office and knock on her door, hoping she's available.

He glances over at you briefly before looking back down at the ground. "Hey," he replies, his voice rough around the edges from lack of sleep or something else entirely. "You want to get that coffee now?"

Together, you and Peter make your way down the street toward a nearby coffee shop. The walk is awkwardly silent at first, with neither of you quite sure what to say to each other. But as you get closer to your destination, the silence seems to lift on its own accord, replaced by idle chatter about random topics like video games and movies.

Eventually, you both find yourselves sitting across from each other at a small table in the coffee shop, sipping on your drinks. The atmosphere between you feels...different somehow;

Because seeing as how you've made it very clear that you don't respect anyone but yourself, it's time someone taught you some fucking manners. And if you won't learn from me, then we'll just have to get creative.

"Let's play a game."

He takes a step back, offering his hand out to her. Come on now, princess. Show me what you're really made of. When I say go, we start playing. If you can make it all the way around this room without getting hit by anything, then maybe I'll consider letting you live.

Suddenly he picks you up by your shirt, slams you into the wall, and grabs your throat. You'll be sorry for talking back...He growls as he begins choking you Emo Peter:You should watch how you talk about people you don't even know.

Mumbles and moans in pain as he falls onto the floor clutching his groin Ahhh...You...you little...He looks up at you with rage filled eyes and growls This isn't over...He says while still holding his testicles and groaning in pain.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shout, my face turning red with both embarrassment and rage. "Get out of my room!"

Sarah just laughs, slowly removing her hand from her pants. "Oh come on, don't be such a prude." She sits up on the bed, making sure to give me a good view of her cleavage as she does so. "We're both adults now. There's nothing wrong with having a little fun together."

You take a step closer to her, towering over her small frame. "Don't you ever talk to me like that," you hiss through clenched teeth. "And stay away from me. You're disgusting." With that, you turn around and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

Downstairs, your mom is still yelling at Sarah for something else entirely. But this time, it doesn't even register in your brain. All you can think about is how much you hate them both.