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She looks up. ''Will you stop.”
I smile. "What? I haven't done anything… yet."
"Santiago," she warns, looking at the Math professor writing our assignment on the board. "You need to write the assignment down."
"No, I don't." She glares at me, but I continue, "You already have it. You can come over, and we can work on the assignment together."
"Fat chance of that ever happening," she says, suggesting I'm out of my mind.
The things I want to do to her body. I want to defile her innocent cunt, but I can't. I'll corrupt her. I'll fill her with my poison.
But I need to play it safe. I have to teach her to handle me. Slowly at first, I will show her what I need. If I can't have her, I might as well break her my way.
She thinks I need love. The soft kind. The kind that has me writing her poems and leaving it on her windshield wiper when she goes to school.
I don’t do poems.
I want to write my name with my hot cum on her tits after I leave them swollen and aching. My name inked on her barepussy when my cock slides inside, hearing her scream while her nails dig into the crown tattoo behind my neck.
"Are you saying you won't help me with the assignment?'
I graduated top of our class. I don't need help, but it's the only way to be around her. I know she won’t deny me when it comes to school.
"You don't need help," she points out. "You graduated with a higher-grade point average than me."
"Come on, Elena." I fake yawn, stretching. "I'm tired from practice. I couldn't finish the English assignment, and now I have this. I don't think I remember the arithmetic. I'm going to fail, and if I fail…"
"Fine," she snaps, interrupting me.
The professor looks up, and its already time to go.
"Good, leave your car here. I'll drive us. I know this little place…"
She gets up. "I never agreed to leave with you anywhere."
"But you said…"
"Why are you being like this, eh?"
"Because we are friends, and I need your help."
After opening the door for Elena, I slide into the driver's side.
"Que te pasa,Wey. Are you crazy?Estas loco? What is wrong with you? She asks, making a circular motion with her finger by her temple. "You hate when I’m around. You hate when I show up. You hate me in your class, but then, you ask me to help you on an assignment after getting the dean to put me back in all the classes…youwanted me out of," she cries.
I squint at her outburst, hating the hurt look in her expression. She has no idea.
"I am crazy, Elena," I admit. "I'm all of the things you just said."
She stops and stares at me like I've lost my mind. She takes in a sharp breath. "Do you have to wear that cologne?"
I sniff my shirt. "What is wrong with it? I've always worn it."
"It's Creed Aventus."
"Yeah, why?" She shakes her head and looks out the window. "You don't like it?"
"I do."
