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In the end, I ended up letting him go-no, actually, I didn't. I'm not stupid. If his group laid a finger on me, apparently, they were dead. I was going to use that to my advantage. I saw a few possibilities here. I gave a smug smirk. "Tch. Pathetic, really. You'd rather let me turn him in, or kill him, than save him from me? Yeesh. Talk about being scared of dying." I could see their scowls, but otherwise, they didn't give a reaction. "Don't you-" Connor started, but I cut him off, scowling. "You can't talk, either, tough guy." Connor was silent for a moment before asking, "How so?" "If you let yourself hurt, or kill, me, you would most likely kill yourself. Or, if I was still alive, you'd ask me to kill you. It's not hard to figure out." "Tch, whatever." I blinked. He almost always had a comeback ready. But not this time it seemed. "You know what? I could beat all of your pathetic and shitty asses, and it would be that easy, but I'll be nice." I stood, and held my hands up in the air, holding my smirk of success back. I had successfully placed a bug that acted as an audio and visual camera. And he couldn't remove it if he wanted to. By midnight tonight, that bug would have stuck to his skin, and the only way to get rid of it was with my remote, which was sitting inside my inner jacket pocket. Connor stood, and narrowed his eyes at me, dusting off his sleeves. "I assume you'll keep quiet about my true intentions until the time comes. Oh, and be careful back at school. You can't trust anyone, right?" I took my helmet off, and cut him a glare, but he just smirked. Strangely enough, I wasn't mad at him for it. But I acted like I was, and flipped him off, sticking out my tongue, which showed off my piercing. His expression faltered, and he looked away, so I put my helmet on. "See you at school, dickhead." I told him. "See you, Ms. Badass." He joked, and I drove off, not even glancing over my shoulder.