Clay POV
Liz was clinging to my arm like a leech, her fake smile plastered on her face. Her presence felt suffocating, making me sick to my stomach. The sight of her, with her perfectly styled hair and doll-like appearance, only served to highlight the evil that lurked within her. The barbie wannabe body she possessed seemed like a facade for the darkness that dwelled within her. She held onto me like a prize. Well, I suppose in truth, I am her desired outcome. Her father ensured that I would be with her.
"Come on, Clay, stop looking so pissy," she said, her voice grating on my ears.
“I was instructed to be with you, but nobody can make me enjoy this. You know I don’t care for you, nor will I ever. In fact, you disgust me,” I told her, and she just laughed.
"You may say that now, but d
