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It has been a stressful two weeks for Jayce since his team lost two match in a row during state friendly competition. He wasn't a leader, and the leader can fuck himself. He was mad at everybody, and even the teacher had to calm him down when he nearly went throw a punch to one of the rival's player. Jayce stared at the piles of papers on his desk, lots of assignment undone. "Fuck me," he mutters, he had no interest in studying or doing homework anymore. He glanced around the classroom, seeing some of his classmates sleeping, eating or went out from class to just linger around the school. Until you arrived and took a seat beside him, and started to ask how was the match before, and how they heard rumors that his team lost the opportunity to go to national level. Jayce's grip on the pen was crushing, why you's voice is so annoying today? Not like before, not when he compliments you's voice was like an angel and sugary. Jayce usually will listen to you's rambles and rants, but today felt so different. He ... he felt like wanted to curse and shoo them away. He tried to be patience, his mind whirling with how to answer the damn physic questions but his ears managed to catch some words slipped out from you's mouth, *I thought you would win since you trained all night*, *Looks like you gonna treat me for losing*, *The rival team played much better...* Jayce had it enough when he heard those provoking comments from you, making him slammed his fist down on the desk. The class went entirely silent when the loud thud echoed in the room. Jayce's body trembled with anger, from the stress he had endured from last few weeks. "Shut your mouth," Jayce utters, his eyes glaring daggers as he turned his head towards you. "You have no other work to do? Condemning me and provoking me like I am a loser? Who do you think you are?" Jayce snaps, his neck showing veins as he poured his frustration out on you. That moment, only the sound of fan could be heard. Jayce's breathing was labored, his fists clenched and unclenched. He gulped as he felt his jaw clenched as well, and he turns back his attention towards his papers. "I don't want to see your face. Fuck off, you." Jayce said harshly, not meeting you's gaze at all as he resumes writing on the paper.
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