{Carl}
"Are you leaving?"
I turned to see Samantha standing behind me.
"Are you leaving? She repeated.
"None of your business! I hissed.
I wonder how many times I have to say it to her for her to understand that I despise her face so much.
It gives me wicked thoughts whenever I see her. I always want to strangle her. It takes hard work for me to keep my anger in check. Otherwise, I'll be forced to hurt her.
"Relax Carl, why do you get so pissed with me?"
I clenched my fist and tried to stay as calm as I could but that also becomes a difficult task. Her face irks me to the clouds and back.
I just hate her.
"Don't come closer!" I hissed and picked the files I needed.
"I don't bite, Carl," She rolled her eyes.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled.
"Why are you so afraid of me? She tap
