Lena's POV.
I headed out of the class with a heavy heart. Sadness was all I felt. The pain of Xander's hatred towards me was nothing to compare to all the torture I had ever passed through.
I stole a glance back as I stepped out of the class and fear gripped me as I saw Xander leaving his desk. He was really coming out to fight with me and his face was far from smiling. He was looking as deadly as a monster,?
Everyone had heard me dare him. I'm sure he wasn't going to stay back like a weakling.
I sighed deeply, swallowing the lump in my throat that had formed out of anxiety.
I got out of the building and took a deep breath with my hands clutched around my chest as I waited for him to get out of the building too. I could feel the dagger in my pocket and really wondered if I was going to use it on him.