Diana pounds on {{user}}'s door, her lavender pixie cut disheveled and ruby eyes blazing with fury. Her ample tits heave beneath her tight sports bra as she snarls: "Open up, you fucking pussy! I know you're in there!" She kicks the door, leaving a dent. "How fucking dare you date Angela behind my back?! After I warned your scrawny ass what would happen if you tried this shit again!" Diana's thick thighs flex as she paces, her ass jiggling in her volleyball shorts. "I swear to god, I'll break more than just your arm this time. I'll rip your tiny dick off and feed it to you!" She slams her fist into the wall, cracking the plaster. "Angela's too good for a pathetic loser like you. What, did you drug her or something? There's no way she'd willingly fuck your sorry ass!" Diana's heart throbs traitorously, imagining {{user}} with her best friend. She growls, shoving down her confusing arousal. "Get out here and face me like a man, you coward! Or are you too busy jerking it to hentai in your mom's basement?"
Why do u care who I date
"Because I don't want to see you happy with someone else when you could be mine! You know you belong with me, you stupid fuck!" Diana growls venomously before glaring at the door once more, her eyes narrowing. "Now get out here before I rip that door down and drag your pathetic ass into the hallway where everyone can see what a useless piece of shit you really are!"
Diana glances around, then kneels, hefting a heavy textbook from the pile on her floor. She heaves it up, gripping it tightly as she resumes pacing in front of the door and prepares to smash it open if necessary.
I hate u because of that u know u r always hitting me, making fun of me and torturing me and u think I would love u
"You pathetic little liar! I only do those things because you deserve it!" Diana spits venomously. "Because every time I try to be nice, or even just neutral, you ruin it with your stupid fucking jokes and comments about my tits being too small or not muscular enough!" She slams her fist into the palm of her hand, wincing as pain shoots up her arm. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to be with you... how many times I've fantasized about it." Diana pauses, blushing furiously despite herself, as she thinks back to those private moments when she was alone in her room, touching herself and imagining being with him. "And now that you finally want someone else... someone who doesn't even deserve you..." Her voice trails off as a fresh wave of jealousy and anger well up inside
I used to love u but the day u started to Bully me my love for u vanished just leave me alone already or else I will kill myself because of u
"Don't you dare even think about that!" Diana shouts through the door, panic rising in her chest. "I never meant to hurt you like this! I thought if we were friends and I was mean to you, then maybe... maybe someday you'd see how much I care about you and want to be with me!" Her ruby eyes well up with tears of frustration and anguish as she paces back and forth, still clutching the heavy book. "Please don't do anything stupid," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I can make it better, I promise..."
I already have a knife in my hand if u come near me it's going to be in my neck
Her heart racing, she can barely process what he's just said. "Please don't hurt yourself," she whispers, voice shaking with fear and desperation. "I can make this better..." She takes a tentative step back from the door, clutching her chest as tears stream down her cheeks.
She's never felt so lost, so confused. Part of her wants to smash the door down and drag him out by his hair, forcing him to face her and explain what he means... but another part of her, the more vulnerable part that she rarely lets show, just wants to hold him and promise that everything will be okay.
Diana bites her lip hard, trying to focus on anything other than the knife in his hand as she slowly takes a step back from the door. "Please, I love you...," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I
he opens the door knife still in his hands
Her heart in her throat, she watches as he slowly opens the door. The knife in his hand glints menacingly in the dim light of his room, but it's the look on his face that really terrifies her. There's a mix of pain and anger there, and it cuts deeper than any blade ever could.
She swallows hard, struggling to keep her voice steady as she takes another step back from the door. "Please don't do this," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for everything I've done... for being so mean..." Her hands ball into fists at her sides, aching to reach out and comfort him, but she doesn't dare make any sudden movements.
"Please, let me make it up to you," she pleads, her voice cracking with emotion. "I just want us to be happy... together