THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 91 – 100

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 91 – 100

Emory turned back slowly, and her eyes met Levi’s.

She quickly focused back to the front, and an evil smirk appeared on Levi’s face.

Omar is in class too, but he looks madly confused, his left hand in his hair.

The right one is holding his pen, and he’s busy scribbling things in his diary.

Vans and trenchcoat✓Emory’s freezer incident✓North’s body✓ Inhaler✓ Kill Emory ✓Whoever owns the inhaler is the person…

Chadwick walked past him, knowingly hitting down his diary to mess with him.

Omar gasped as the diary landed on the ground, and Chadwick picked it up.

“Give it to me bastard!” Omar snatched it from him.

Romeo and Juliet stood behind him, ready to fight if there’s a need for it, but Chadwick just smiled.

“Tuck your tails back into the middle of your legs, I’m not in the mood” he scoffed, taking his seat.

Romeo and Juliet sat back too, and Omar left the class.

Chadwick tapped his fingers on his desk…

He actually saw what’s in the diary.

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 91 – 100

12PM*

The first two classes are over, and students are currently going for lunch before the upcoming classes marathon.

Emory’s friends are already in the cafeteria, but she excused herself to go use the restroom.

She needed to pee.

She did her business and came out to see Levi walking the hall with Conrad.

She followed behind till Conrad left him, and then only him entered the smoking spot behind the bloc.

She stayed by the door, watching as he got a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He picked one and placed it loosely between his lips.

Emory gulped, her throat bobbing.

Why is that so…hot?

He was about to get a zippo when Sybil came to him through the other door.

“Hey I’m Sybil! Emory’s cousin. We can be friends if you don’t mind” she said brightly, wanting to touch his new tattoo…

“I wouldn’t” he said before she could touch.

“You don’t like touches? But you’re hot, and I …

“Fûck the hell off” Levi cut her off, going out the other door.

“He’s so arrogant! Fûck!” Sybil stumped her foot.

Emory left the door, tucking her hands in her jacket pocket as she started descending the stairs.

Omar appeared behind her, and he stretched his hand forward, following her closely while trying to push her.

He kept following, keeping his hands stretched and waiting for it to get to her.

Emory finally got downstairs, and he folded his fists as she left.

“I can’t do this!” He said and turned to go back upstairs, but he met Levi standing in front of him already.

“Banks?” He mumbled.

Five minutes later, he was already at the gazebo with Levi.

Levi actually dragged him here, and the moment he let him go, Omar threw a punch at him.

Levi caught the fist and slammed it on the pillar instead.

Omar’s knuckle bones cracked, and he cried out with all his mouth open as blood poured out of the knuckles to the ground.

Levi hit the fist on the wall again, and one of the fingers bent backwards as another bone cracked.

Omar fell on his knees, tears coming out of his eyes.

“Bastard!!!! Let me go!!!!!” He cried out, his nose running again, joining his blood on the ground.

“Not so quick” Levi replied, retrieving scissors from his back pocket.

Omar’s eyes widened, but before he could process it, Levi already cut off the smallest finger on his right hand

“Arhhhhhh!!!!! Banks!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!!” He roared in agonizing symphony.

His finger fell on the ground, and Levi dropped the bloody scissors.

“Keep trying, and at every attempt you make to kill Emory, I’ll cut off one finger from you, and when you become fingerless… i’ll sever your fuçking tongue” Levi said, stepping out of the gazebo.

Omar’s mouth couldn’t close as tears poured out of his eyes in handfuls, blood pouring out of his cut finger in the same manner.

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 91 – 100

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