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If you don’t look back, you run faster. If you don’t look back, no one will catch you.
Wait, are we in a Black Mirror episode? How do I even know Black Mirror and not my own life?
He’s wearing a simple white T-shirt and a black leather jacket along with dark jeans. His hair is the color of a moonless night with a bluish hue. It’s short on the sides and long enough in the middle to be tousled. The straight, chiseled jawline and the thick brows give him a fatally attractive edge—the kind serial killers have.
“That’s not how it works. Remember the rules?” “W-what rules?” “Break willingly and I might let you collect the pieces.”
“You’re mine to screw and destroy, my ugly monster. It’s time to get used to that.”
His shoulders broaden even more and he appears like the Grim Reaper out to harvest lives—starting with mine.
Reina Ellis. Captain of the cheerleading squad. Doesn’t go out without makeup. Heir to Daddy’s fortune. And engaged to a jerk who couldn’t care less about me. I really want to sit down with Old Reina and discuss her options. Surely she could’ve done better. And yes, I’m judging myself. It’s my only option to vent.
His thumb rubs my jaw like a lover’s caress when in fact it’s a Grim Reaper’s kiss. It’s cold. Everything about him is freezing.
“I own you. Every single part of you. You might have tried to escape, but that won’t happen again. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing this time, but I’ll figure it out and you’ll lose like you do every fucking time.”
“You’re a psycho.” I breathe out, my heart stammering. It keeps beating and pulsing like crazy, as if it’ll soon stop and is using up all of its energy. Asher’s lips pull up in a cruel smirk. “It takes one to know one, my ugly monster.”
As we pass Asher, I roll down the window and flip him off. He freezes, a hand lying inert by his side. I soak in his surprised expression as Jason and I laugh. “I’ve got to admit, I’m loving the new you,” Jason says. “Why? What was the old me like?” “Bitchy? Snobby? Silent, mostly.” Ouch. “And you would’ve never flipped Asher Carson the bird.” I raise an imaginary cup. “To the new me, I guess.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Captain.” Lucy wipes the moisture underneath her eyes. “I won’t do it again.” “Do what?” I sound as confused as I feel. “You told us not to cry in public or you’d have us clean the toilet.” Holy shit. I was a dictator.
“Didn’t you…” My voice catches and I clear my throat. “Didn’t you say you don’t want anything to do with me?” “You keep barging in anyway.” He licks the shell of my ear one more time. “It’s time I trap you.”
“And you’re kissing me.” He closes his eyes as if he’s drunk on the feeling. “Fuck how you kiss me.”
“You’re playing with fire, Reina,” he says lowly, almost apologetically. “Then I’ll just burn.”
“Yes, Reina. I don’t know why the fuck I can’t stop thinking about your laugh and your smile. I don’t know why I keep watching you all the time. I don’t know why my dick only comes to life when you’re around.” He strokes his thumb along my jaw, keeping me pinned in place. “So why don’t you tell me? What type of fucking game are you playing this time?”
“You’re well and truly fucked, prom queen.” “Why?” I strain to say the words. “Because you’re mine now,”
