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It’s admittedly a low blow.
Bellamy needs no reminder about Rogue, he’s made it his mission to make her life hell since she set foot on campus and he’s currently manipulating her into living with him.
But aggression hides obsession, I’m sure of it.
“Rhys seems harmless to me.” She says with a shrug.
“The most dangerous people usually do.”
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Rhys
As Thayer jogs past me, I resist the almost physical urge to grab her swinging silver ponytail and use it to yank her back against my chest so we can continue our conversation.
Or our standoff, as she’d probably refer to it.
Instead, I watch her join up with Bellamy and walk off together without a backwards glance.
That’s more or less how every interaction goes between us. I approach her, we spar, and she runs away before she gets in too deep.
Tossing the strap of my sports bag over my shoulder, I head over to my car, a smile stretched across my face as I think back on our conversation.
As much as she pretends to dislike me, to dislike the way I talk to her, I can see the blush on her skin when we fight, can feel her pulse racing as she opens her mouth to clap back at me.
The physical signs are there, no matter how much her brain tries to fight and bury those feelings.
The truth of the matter is, I want to fuck her.
Plain and simple.
I have ever since the moment I met her, when she stood furious and ready to defend Bellamy.
My two best friends, Rogue, Phoenix, and I were headed toBella’sfor lunch when we ran into Thayer and her friends.
In Rogue’s case, he’d physically run into Bellamy as she was coming out of the diner. Her milkshake had spilled all over him in an almost comical fashion, detonating his hair trigger temper in the process.
Thayer had been ready to step in when he lashed out at Bellamy and I’d intervened because no matter how angry she was, in a fight between her and Rogue, she’d lose.
Badly.
I didn’t know her, but already I’d felt protective enough of her to want to save her from that fate.
She’d immediately caught my attention.
Her anger was a physical thing around her and she was almost incandescent with it. Eyes flashing, lips pulled back, hair silver and standing on end, like lightning was about to strike her.
I’d wanted to wrap that hair around my fist and use it as leverage to bend her to my will.
And she’d barely glanced at me.
Certainly, she hadn’t reacted to the flirty smile and comment I’d made.
There’s a first time for everything I guess and I’d been intrigued to say the least.
