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You press your hand against your locker. You stare into his eyes. You force every power of your being not to react. Not to place your hand physically on him. Not to punch the crap out of him.

How dare he insult her that way. How dare he allow those foul words pass through his lips concerning her.

"I suggest you get as far from my sight Chuck." You growl low in your throat. "I suggest you never ever come near me or Betty ever again."

"Oh what?" He smirked.

"The maple syrup revenge was a piece of cake with what I have planned." Ice glittered in your eyes.

"If you try to do anything worse to me Lodge. Then I'll let the entire world know what actually happened with Betty that night." Fire entered his eyes as he spoke. He pressed into you tightly. "The only way to protect her now Veronica; is to not threaten me." He leaned in and gently licked the side of your face.