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Rose crosses the driveway, approaching the front door of her house. She, currently in a daze from her date with Caleb, couldn't help but reminisce on the event. From the restaurant they had entered, to their hand in each other's when they exited.

After leaving work, they headed for Food Dolores. He sat across from her as the waitress approached them. Rose's mind travels back to how he looked at her; he was so handsome, always holding a secret smile. She proudly admitted that there was some chemistry between them, and her plan had worked. Blake was now a distant memory, soon to fade away, completely.

Finally at the door, Rose catches sight of the broken lock. She touches it in horror, the conclusion that someone has broken in, settling in her mind.

Hesitantly, she enters the home, nothing seemed out of place, broken, or dirty. She climbs the stairs, opens her room door, and jumps back in fear. Iran was inside, sitting on her bed-- positioned as if he had been sitting there for hours. Rose's room was the only part in the house that seemed as if there was a rampage, and it frightened her.

Iran's blue eyes bore into Rose's green one's, "where is it?!" He demands. His hands curling into fists, fire ablaze in his eyes. He gets off the bed and approaches Rose slowly.

"Where is what?" She asks innocently, her voice soft and light. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Her hand still held the door knob, and as Iran approached her, the grip tightened.

"Don't play games with me. I want my fucking journal back!" Iran hiss, extending his arms and grabbing her shoulders roughly.

"How did you know I had it?" Rose asks, falling out of his grip. She lets go of the knob, her breath now coming out in patches.

"My parents fucking own the school. I have access to cameras and whatnot."

She had totally forgotten about the camera.

Stupid, Rose! Stupid!

She shakes her head, holding a wicked smile, "you can have it. I already know enough to ruin you." She smirks in his face. Despite her attitude, she was shaking with fear.

Rose maneuvers around him, and opens the first draw to her dresser. She digs her hand inside and moments later, it appears with Iran's diary.

Rose saw the change of expression on his face as he opens his mouth to speak.

"What was your fucking point in taking my journal?"

"You really think you could get away with throwing me in a closet? Huh? Well this is my way of paying you back!" she points her finger at his chest.

How could he be so clueless?

"Rose-"

"No, you don't throw people in closets, locking them in. And then expect them to act as if nothing ever happened!" She says harshly.

"Well, you don't disrespect me like the way you did on the first day of school!" Iran fires back, now, also yelling. The green veins in his neck becomes visible as his fists tighten.

"Well, all you had to do was get out of my way!"

She looks down.

Rose starts to feel more ashamed of her actions than before. She hadn't planned on taking it this far. It was only supposed to be a harmless prank, showing that she wasn't a loser and-

But now...

She knew things were out of her hands.

Out of her control.

And the worst part, she still didn't feel satisfied with what she had done to Iran.

She wanted more!

Rose takes a deep breath, "I-"

"Don't tell anyone!" Iran looks at her seriously. He takes a deep breath as well, "--not a soul!"

"I won't." She begins to fumble with her fingers.

"Good girl." He comments.

Rose looks up, gazing deeply into Iran's eyes. A while later, a smile forms on her face, she had just gotten an amazing idea.

Yes, she wasn't satisfied, so maybe she could use this to her advantage. Then maybe she'll be content with her mission, and this'll all be over.

"No, I won't tell a soul if-" she smirks, slowly lifting her head higher. She hands the diary to Iran, which he snatches out her palm. He stares at it as if it was a foreign object. Uneasiness taking over his features.

"You want money?" He asks, quickly.

"No, I don't want your money. I want-"

"You want me to date you? What?"

"Would you let me finished? And no, disgusting, I don't want you," Rose whispers the last part under her breath, Caleb creeping back in her mind.

"Yes you do. Every girl wants me. I'll date you, and you'll become popular and-"

"Just shut up!"

He looks at her questionably, "what do you want?"

"An apology." She says melochantly.

"Okay, here we go; I'm sorry for throwing you in the clos-"

Rose laughs at him, while taking a seat on her bed. She shakes her head at him, now chuckling to herself.

"In front of the whole. Entire. School!" She finishes.

He stares down at her, "I can't!"

"What do you mean, 'I can't?' Mr. Col? You have access to everything in your school! Are you not the boss, the contro-"

"I mean, I won't." He clarifies indignantly, crossing his arms.

"Then, your. Little. Secret. Will be exposed. And that's not it, apologizing is the last thing you will do, but not the only! Tomorrow we're gonna have some fun!" She finalizes.

Iran nods his head at her, "no, no, no."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah!" Rose shakes her head mockingly. "You. Are. Now get the fuck out."

Iran closes the gap between him and Rose. His feet slams against the frame of the bed and within seconds his hands were tightly wrapped around her neck. Rose lets out a choking sound as Iran begins to aggressively squeeze tighter and tighter. She latches her fingers around his arm, pulling, trying to detach it from her neck.

No luck.

"Don't ever fucking talk to me like that!"

Rose looks at him surprised, his lips curl up in a tight smile while his eyebrows connected. He looked dangerous, crazy.

"This is my town!" He said squeezing even harder, if that was possible. Rose knew her face was beat red. "Never!" He stares down at her. He knew how far he wanted to go, just to scare her into following his orders.

"Ever. Fucking. Do. That. Again!"

She felt it, the ending point, this was it! This would be how Rose Ella Wood dies! Her lungs began to close up, and her eyes rolled... ending it al-

Suddenly, Rose's room door is forcefully pushed open- the inside door knob banging against the wall- allowing the horrid scene to be on display to whoever opened it.

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