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“I’ll see you guys this afternoon,” I announce before heading to my next class.
I’ve been waiting all week to get Wren again, and this class seems to be the only time I can. It almost feels like she is hiding from me any other time. I’m tempted to go and get her schedule from the administrative office so I can stalk her more proficiently.
Part of me hates that I am thinking about her at all, but the bigger part of me enjoys her pain so much that I can’t stop. She’sawakened something dark inside of me. Something I can’t let go of now, even if I tried.
By the time I walk into class, Wren is already sitting down with people sitting on either side of her. I walk up to the guy sitting next to her. “You’re in my seat,” I announce. The guy doesn’t even question me. He simply gathers his things and moves to a different seat.
Glancing at Wren, I find her glaring at me apprehensively, as if she knows I’m up to something. She shifts in her seat nervously, and I enjoy her discomfort, no matter how small. If this has her squirming, she won’t like what I have planned for her next.
“Did you come to your senses and decide you’ll do the project for both of us?” I ask.
“Have you come to your senses and realized you’re a jerk?” She snaps back at me.
“Wrong answer,” I whisper under my breath while lifting my hand and placing it on her thigh. Excitement fills my veins as my fingers wrap around her warm leg. The scent of her strawberry shampoo invades my senses. Who the fuck uses strawberry shampoo in college? Isn’t that an elementary school thing?
“What the hell are you doing?” She hisses and tries to pull her leg away, but I already have a tight grip on it. I feel her thigh quiver beneath my touch and the beast inside of me roars to life. I squeeze her leg, and she grabs my hand with both of her much smaller ones, trying her best to pry my fingers away from her jeans-covered skin.
“Let go of me!” Wren whisper yells, getting the attention of some of the students around us.
“Mind your own business,” I order, and everyone immediately looks away.
“You are hurting me,” she complains with venom in her voice, her sharp nails digging into my hand.
I lean into her and whisper into the shell of her ear, “Oh, little bird, I haven’t even started hurting you yet.” I squeeze a little harder, wondering if I will leave some bruises on her creamy legs.
Her nails break my skin, a drop of blood running down my palm as I squeeze her thigh even tighter, making her whimper in response, her beautiful face scrunched up in pain at my tight grip.
“Tell me you’ll do the project,” I grit through my teeth.
“Fuck you,” she grits back through hers.
I tighten my grip once more, knowing that I will leave a bruise at this point. She winces in pain, scratching the top of my hand like a furious little kitten.
“Say you’ll do the project, and I’ll let you go,” I offer.
A few moments of silence pass. “Fine, I’ll do the stupid project,” she finally whines, and I let go of her thigh immediately.
She pulls her whole body away from me, scooting over to the other side of her chair, and tries to put as much space as she can between us. I, of course, can’t allow her such freedom. Grabbing the bottom of the chair, I scoot it all the way back next to mine, making a loud scratchy noise in the process.
The professor shoots me a displeased look, but when he realizes who made the sound, his expression changes, and he chooses to ignore the interruption. Smart man.
Leaning in once again, I say in a hushed voice, “I didn’t say you can have your personal space. I think you need a reminder of who is in charge here.”
“You need a reminder of who isn’t.”
Anger flares inside of me at her defiance. Anger and excitement.
“Listen up, little bird. No one cares about you, matter of fact, everyone hates you and if you haven’t gotten it through yourhead yet, I’m in charge here. I own this school and the people inside, including you. I’ve decided as long as you walk these halls, I’ll make your life hell and there is nothing you can do about it.”
“I’m not scared of you!” she says, a little too loudly, getting the unwanted attention of the professor.
“Miss Delaney, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t interrupt my class,” he spits.
Wren’s mouth pops open in shock before closing again without a word. She looks like a fish out of water and all I can do is grin at her.
Her hands ball into tiny fists on her lap before she leans into me and whispers this time, “I’m not scared of you.”
Keeping my voice low and gravelly, I answer. “Oh, but you should be. You should be very afraid.”
