Clash of wills

Clara's P.O.V

"Didn't you hear me, Amara? Don't make me repeat myself because I hate repeating my words," Clara said impatiently and with a hint of rage, while I stood there, looking at no one in particular. I glanced at her flawless makeup and was taken aback because she always claimed that makeup wasn't her thing, boasting about her natural beauty, which wasn't entirely untrue.

"And who the hell are you?" I retorted, smirking.

I could see the range of emotions playing across her face - confusion, disbelief, and finally, anger.

"Are you talking to me?" Clara asked, pointing her index finger at herself.

I replied sarcastically, "Do both of you have hearing problems?"

Her anger flared up, and she began to retort, but I interrupted her with a heavy sigh, bringing my palm to my chin. "They don't have much of a vocabulary, do they? I wonder how you manage to pass all your exams. All your friends seem to have the same low IQ as you," I remarked, scanning her from head to toe.

As Clara seethed with anger, Amara excused herself and headed towards the bathroom, ignoring Clara's call to stop.

Clara glared at the figure that had just entered the hall, her fists clenched. Her gaze shifted to the people in the room, who were now looking at her with a focused attention, as if she were a star. She might have enjoyed the attention if it were due to her beauty, but not in this situation.

"What are you all looking at? Go about your business," she said angrily, turning to leave, with her minions trailing behind her. "We will see who will have the last laugh," Clara muttered under her breath.

After Amara had managed to rid herself of the lingering scent of alcohol, she emerged from the bathroom and noticed that there were only a few people downstairs. She then remembered that the school union party was being held in a private room upstairs, so she made her way up and entered the room. Everyone seemed engrossed in conversation with their long-time colleagues, paying no attention to her. Amara found an empty chair at the bar counter and took a seat.

Soon, a man wearing a black turtleneck shirt and blue khaki jeans sat beside her. His back was facing the bar counter, and his elbows rested on the counter. Amara glanced at him and rolled her eyes before shifting her gaze to the Korean bartender, who was skillfully pouring drinks for some other patrons.

"What's a beauty doing here?" Max Sterling said, attempting to flirt.

Max Sterling was the heartthrob of the school, both handsome and wealthy. Every woman would die for a chance to have a one-night stand with him, including Clara Everhart. However, Max had always pursued Amara, who turned him down for the first time in his life. Max was not one to easily back down. His ego to conquer what he desired was stronger than his rationality.

"The same thing you are doing here," Amara replied coolly, showing no warmth.

The Korean girl behind the bar asked Amara, "Please, what would you like to drink?"

"Just get me a bottle of water," she replied.

The girl glanced at Amara before fetching the water for her. She then turned to Max and asked shyly, "What would you like to have?"

"A Moscow Mule," he replied, winking at her and causing the girl's face to turn as red as a tomato. She went to prepare his drink, and Max shifted his attention to Amara.

"I thought you wanted the same drink as me," he asked, his gaze fixed on the stunning woman beside him. His eyes wandered to her throat as she took a sip of water, and Max's imagination ran wild, thinking about how amazing it would be if that water were his own...

Amara set down her glass of water and met Max's lustful gaze with utter disgust. Her stomach tightened, making her feel as if she might regurgitate everything she had eaten in the past year.

"And I thought you asked me why I'm here," she replied nonchalantly.

"Did I do something to you in your past life?" Max asked, looking at her in confusion.

Amara rolled her eyes and glared at him. "As if you don't know.""

"A Moscow Mule," he replied, winking at her and causing the girl's face to turn as red as a tomato. She went to prepare his drink, and Max shifted his attention to Amara.

"I thought you wanted the same drink as mine," he asked, his gaze fixed on the stunning woman beside him. His eyes wandered to her throat as she took a sip of water, and Max's imagination ran wild, thinking about how amazing it would be if that water were his own...

Amara set down her glass of water and met Max's lustful gaze with utter disgust. Her stomach tightened, making her feel as if she might regurgitate everything she had eaten in the past year.

"And I thought you asked me why I'm here," She replied nonchalantly

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"Did I do something to you in your past life?" Max asked, looking at me with confusion.

She rolled her eyes and glared at him. "As if you don't know."

"What did I do to earn your coldness?"

"Just seeing you makes my blood red," she retorted.

"Blood is always red," he replied, confused.

"Whatever," she dismissed him, standing up.

"Where are you going?" He asked, noticing me rising from my chair.

"Somewhere you aren't," she replied.

"Ouch, my poor heart. Why is life so unfair to me?" Max wailed dramatically, clutching his chest as if in pain.

She paused, turning to him. "Life is never fair to anyone."

With that, she walked away, intending to go home since the person she was looking for was absent again. Rather than waiting for Clara and her minions to play their games on her, she'd prefer to leave. She had barely taken a few steps when Clara suddenly appeared in front of her. 'Is she a witch? Always catching me off guard. Please, not another drama,' she thought to herself.

"Are you going home? The event just started and you're leaving already? Don't you think that's inappropriate?" Clara asked innocently, successfully drawing attention to them.

Ignoring her, Amara attempted to walk away, but before she could reach the door, Clara beat her to it. She looked at Amara smugly, a disdainful expression on her face.

"What do you want?" Amara asked, annoyed by Clara wasting her time.

"You didn't answer my question," Clara retorted, removing her hand from the door.

"Fine, I'm going home. Can I leave now, MISS?" She replied with pure disgust in the''MISS''. Clara faltered for a moment before a smile appeared on her face. That's when Amara noticed Clara's new dress. She had initially worn a vibrant red top with a pristine white skirt, but now she was donned in a beautiful, floor-length gown that shimmered subtly under the light. The deep shade complemented Clara's complexion beautifully, exuding a sense of purity and sophistication.

She held a small bag, its contents unknown to Amara. Amara simply stared at the bag in Clara's hand.

"Ah, my dress got a stain on it. Take it home and wash it since you're leaving now," She ordered, her tone authoritative and disdainful.

"I don't have time for your stupid games. You can give it to your minions since they seem eager to do your bidding," Amara retorted and turned away from her. She was about to step out when Clara grabbed her left hand and pulled her back, causing her to stumble. She saw Clara's hand coming towards her face at full speed. Reacting quickly, she grabbed her hand and slapped her instead.

"How dare you! What right do you have to slap me, Clara Everhart?" She spat, her voice filled with deep hatred.

"If you ever dream of slapping me again in this life or the next, I will skin you alive," I threatened.

"You dare to threaten and even slapped me, I will tell my m… aah" Clara was cut off as Amara slap her again.