I’m fire. I move like fire; burning hot but soothing to the touch. I acted like fire; raging with anger and fierceness. And I was red; alert, decisive and straightforward. Nothing could ever keep the raging flames of my eyes as I take the whole kingdom of the school. I’m not goth, nor bad nor a jock. I was just a normal person, but mostly known for my tough late night fights, a champion, undefeated and still counting to be the strongest fighter of all street fights.
Good in school with a high average, respected by the teachers and students. Except for one.
Her. Y/N Y/L/N. She’s nothing but my nemesis, giving you the icy glare with matching cold shoulder. She’s the only one who’s disrespecting me and everyone in this grounds have warned her. But her game never fell.
She’s like ice; Cold, rude and insensitive. Smart, sharp and unknowingly dangerous to the touch. Blue; calm but surprisingly wild and carefree. She’s my complete polar opposite, besides the fact she’s also a normal student. Respected by everybody. Everybody but me. If she treats me like shit, I’ll treat her one too.
But what’s unsatisfying for my sense is that I crave for her. She’s my game plan. She keeps me on my feet, denying every single touch I seductively place on areas that are exposed to the open, scoffing and snarking back rude comments if I throw her one. She lowers my sense of pride and controls every piece of generic shit in my blood— she’s my drug. Addictive but I know my limit.
Today, I planned on changing some of my habits, which maybe were instincts but then besides the matter, I’m through with our game of playing hard to get.
Today was the day Calum Hood will try.
You didn’t know why but it was a sense of feeling that something is wrong. And by something meaning everyone finally took notice of you and stared at you as if you did something prison-worthy. But you didn’t care. You just brushed your hair off your shoulder and walked through the halls and to your first class which was Chemistry.
And by Chemistry, you meant, ‘a day with Mr. Fighter, Calum Hood’. And that pissed you off big time. Just the thought of him and his snide remarks, perfectly toned body, sharp jawline and seducing touches which you felt absolute sparks of fire ignite on your cold skin.
Shaking off the dirty thoughts, you continued to walk to the room. Feeling as if no one was following, an arm wrapped around your waist tightly and pulled you to the side, gently but forcefully slamming you on the wall. Chapped lips scattered eskimo kisses on your cold skin, the warmth contrasting each other’s temperature.
Opening your eyes, adjusting your glasses you looked up to see none other than the bitch who had the nerve to say something about you yesterday— Calum fucking Hood.
“What do you want?” You growled, gasping after as he nibbled on your sweet pot just behind your ear. He continued to nibble, feeling blood rise slowly on your skin. “You.” He cheekily, but raspily said. He took this moment to look you up and down. Outfit of the day: Tight button up shirt with 2 of the buttons loose, plaid mini skirt with matching silk knee socks and 2-inch high black ankle boots, your ultimate favourite.
With eyes turning to a shade darker, he bit his lip roughly and groaned.
“You know, you have a huge idea on being a tease.” He said, playing with the waistband of the skirt. “You act like an innocent smart girl in school, but you’re not. With you’re knee socks and gothic type of style, you’re never gonna fool me, baby girl.” He said, twirling a piece of your hair, pulling it to one side and attacking your neck again. Knowing it’ll leave deep blue and purple marks.
“Cal, we have fucking Chemistry. I don’t want to be late so put me, the fuck, down on the ground and let me have some peace.” You rudely begged. But nothing.
“I don’t care. You’re mine.” He said. You scoffed, pushing him away from you, slightly disappointed, “You don’t own me, Cal.” You said, moving from one weight to the other, finally settling on your right foot, hands placed on your hips.
“But the bites says otherwise.” He pushed, fingertips pointing on the purple marks, but not touching. “This marks reminds everybody that you are mine and I own you.” He pridefully remarks, making you roll your eyes.
“Oh please, like I’ll ever be yours and be attracted to your aura, babe.” You commented, teasing him slightly as you bit on your lip after the little pet name flew flawlessly off your mouth.
He smirked, walking slowly towards you as his hand cradled your cheek, thumb caressing over the soft cold skin of your plump cheek.
“Baby, one day, you’ll be my queen, ruler of this fucking kingdom.” He said, lips hovering over yours, but you kept your composure.
“And that day would be the day I’ll be your weakness and you’ll fall apart. And bit by bit, you’ll be manipulated. By me.” You whispered on his ear, nibbling on the soft lobe of his shell. Shivering, you smirked, finally seeming to have made an effect on him, his lips quivering and hands jittery.
Accomplished, you pulled away from the contact and started going back to the Chemistry class, but before you could end the heated moment, he gave your ass a small, but harsh smack making you squeal in pain and delightful pleasure. “Manners, Hood.” You growled. But he just shrugged it off and walked past you and into the class.
This was going to be a long day.
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