"Love, obsession are two different things. I don't know why you don't get it" I shouted at him already fed up of him stalking me
"This is not obsession but, love" he shouted at me back "I love you, Christiana" he said calmly, it almost sounded like a whisper
"Gabriella is dead! Were you the one that killed her?" I asked him as i looked at him curiously 
He didn’t say anything as he continued looking at me
"You killed her? I am going to report you to the police for thos crime" I said to him as I brought out my phone from my bag
"Listen to me, I wasn't the one that killed her. I don't even know anything about the killing" he said as he still remained calm
"You are the one that killed her" I said to him still insisting 
"I SAID, I WASN'T THE ONE THAT KILLED HER" he said shouting at me. His shout scared me that my phone slipped from my hand
His face remained scary as he continued looking at me
Oh goodness! 


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MY LIFE WITH THE DEADLY PLAYER

I looked at the annoying students and then looked at the proprietress as I smiled inwardly in satisfaction 


"Ma'am, don't you think she is going too far with her words?" Gabriel asked as he looked at the proprietress in annoyance 


"Didn't I say you shouldn't talk when she is here? Aren't you going to even apologize for what you did?" She asked as she looked at him and he didn't say anything as he turned to look at me with a glare and at Mrs. Johnson "For Goodness sake, don't talk at all because what you did is so annoying to hear" she said as she looked at him furiously 


"Serves him right" Margaret whispered to me and I nodded my head in response to what she whispered 


"So, as we were saying, you were talking about the way they deserved the punishment. Well, I agree with you but I was thinking they would miss half of the semester's work if they go on that suspension" she said as she looked at me 


CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: SATISFACTION