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The thing about me is I’m one of those people who prefers to do the opposite of what they’ve been told. If someone tells me, Don’t go there; there’s trouble waiting for you, I will say, How can I stay away? Trouble is waiting for me.
I don’t care what people think of me, whether they like me or not. Their opinion isn’t worthy of my time or my worries, under any circumstances.
She doesn’t come across as the disobedient type. She’s a good girl who tries hard to make everyone believe she’s a rebel. It’s obvious.
Colton Thompson doesn’t do relationships because he’s too fucked up to be present in one.
No one knows that, obviously. They just think I’m a playboy who hasn’t met his other half yet.
What is it with me and this girl? She pushes my buttons, and I make a fool of myself each time I see her. I hate it.
“Do you really think I’m stupid?” “I barely know you,” she murmurs, taking another step down, “but something tells me that yes, you’re stupid.”
I hold her gaze. My breath quickens as I fidget in place. Then the realization hits me: I want her, and that makes me
aggravated. I won’t touch her. The feeling of her skin still lingers on my palms. I remember how soft it was. I swallow the lump in my throat, confused by my own emotions. It’s not right. Any of it.
There’s something about her—I don’t even know how to explain it. I feel different when she’s around, and I don’t remember ever experiencing anything like it.
I don’t like what she makes me feel. I’m not used to these emotions, the never-felt-before emotions. They stir me in the wrong way. I need to do something about her.
Breathe in, breathe out, Ava. You’ve got this.
This girl is something else, I swear. I’ve never met anyone like her. So stunning and so infuriating at the same time. I wanted to twirl her around and kiss her just as much as I wanted to spank her for her behavior. She’s unbelievable.
Hockey is the only crush I have.” Not that I’m lying. I’ve never loved anyone. I didn’t get the chance, I guess. Especially looking at my parents’ marriage, it was hard to believe in love. Or want a relationship.
“If you meet a girl you like, one who causes your heartbeat to speed up, who is constantly on your mind, day and night; one who stirs such strong emotions within you that it is hard to control yourself. If you meet a girl like that, promise me you will bring her here and introduce her to me.” My face drains of color. I’m speechless. “Please, Colt, it’ll mean the world to me. Promise me.”
The emotions she causes me are stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced, and that speaks volumes.
As I leave the house, I’m aware of three things, and they all scare the shit out of me. For some reason, Colton Thompson likes me, and now he’s jealous. This leads to another realization: he thinks Drake and I are hooking up behind Layla’s back. The third one? I’m a messed-up idiot who likes the guy I’m not supposed to like at all, and he’s not the one I’m leaving this party with.
I’m not her boyfriend. I’m the guy she hates. But she called me Colt, and I finally said her name aloud.
I hate when girls cry, and I never know what to do, but with her… With her, it was different.
I don’t know how to explain what I feel. As if every fucking bone in my body hurts. She’s not mine, but all I want is to have her. Is it jealousy I feel? If it
is, it fucking sucks. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
I turn my head just slightly and see Benson and her strolling to the front door. A beast in my chest roars, and a poisonous feeling fills my lungs. He has what I want. Obsessively. It’s definitely not healthy, and it makes me want to do stupid things. Things I’m going to regret later for sure.
I don’t understand myself or what I feel, and that’s a pretty new feeling. I always know if I like someone or not, and if they like me or not. Now? I’m so baffled and not sure of anything.
“Uh-huh. Do you like her in that way?” he asks, and I halt in my tracks. “I don’t. The only reason I did what I did is because I hate liars.” “And yet you lie,” Clay says, holding my gaze. “I’ve never ever seen you so riled up over a chick.” “Exactly. I’ve never met someone who doesn’t give a shit about me and isn’t afraid to tell me to fuck off or slap me across my face. She’s the first one, and I’m not handling the disrespect too well.”
The second mine brushes hers, my cock comes to life and my whole body becomes tingly, because she answers my kiss, closing her eyes at once. She has a fucking piercing in her tongue, and it makes this moment even more sensual. More passionate, but at the same time I go slow. I don’t want to rush things, not with her. I want to experience every emotion this kiss is giving me, every quickened heartbeat this girl causes me. I want it all.
“I like someone, but at the same time he brings out the worst in me, and sometimes I hate him. No, most of the time I hate him. Literally can’t stand the guy, but I don’t know,” I
“You need to give me your phone number. I’m the kind of friend who will call whenever I want to talk to you, and that shit works likewise for you too. Especially if you need help with something. Or if someone is bothering you. You can rely on me too, not just on Benson.” “Aw, Clay. I had no idea you were such a softie.” “Only for you, babe.” He
“You didn’t understand a thing I just told you.” “I did,” he counters, looking over my shoulder. “When you’re dating someone, you trust them. You talk to them. You create bonds. So sex is better when it’s your permanent partner and not just some random hookup.”
The only person to blame for it is her. She’s like fucking water, slipping through my fingers no matter how hard I try to keep her in the cup of my hand. She’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time, because I haven’t seen her even once since she left the movies with her friends. And it sucks.
“I don’t want to be another random hookup for you.”
She could never be a hookup. Absolutely out of the question. The emotions she causes me are unique, and I’m not stupid enough to screw it all up, yet the doubts are loud in my head. I’ve never dated anyone. I have no idea what it all means.
“So Benson is good enough for you, but I’m not?”
“How would I know anything about you? All you do is make me feel like you fucking hate me.” she whisper-yells, balling her fists. “You took my words all wrong, and now you are fucking pushing me away.”
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Enemies make the best lovers, Colt. –A
“I think I like him,” I mumble quietly.
“He’s an asshole,” I admit, crossing my arms over my chest. “But he’s a gorgeous asshole.”
This girl is a fucking hurricane, and I’m right in the middle of it. In all honesty, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
“Can you blame me? You were smiling like an idiot while typing something on your phone. Of course I wanted to know who you were texting with.” She elbows me in the ribs, cackling loudly. “When it happens, I want to know everything. And I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“On a scale from one to five, how quiet do you think you’ll be able to keep?”
I desperately want to have her, not only in my bed, but in my life, and that’s why this shit scares me to death.
A good girl with a wild side, that’s who she is.
With how she keeps her eyes glued to my face, I know she’s controlling herself. And that’s something I want to fix. I want her to lose control and let her guard down. For me.
“On a scale from one to five, how quiet do you think you’ll be able to keep?”
Ava whips her head to me. “A hundred,” she rumbles. Our eyes
“I hate you,” she hisses, but it’s so unconvincing that I laugh again. No, baby, you don’t.
pants. I want to tell her that she’s the only one who has this effect on me, the only one who gets me off like I did when I was younger, a horny teen. I want to tell her so many things, but I can’t. It’s not the place and not the time. At least for now.
I totally lost my mind allowing Colton to do whatever he wants with my pussy. And he wants fucking everything.
Instead of finding reasons not to like him, I find
