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"Look at how short her skirt is," Levi groans.
Felix leans in close. "She looks like trouble."
My eyes land on his. "She is, but not for long. She's not staying."
"Does that mean it's game on?" Levi asks.
I take a step away from them. "It was never off. She can dress like a slut all she wants. She can even beg to suck my cock. She's not fucking welcome here."
They look at me in relief. They love our games. I love our games. Toying with people is a part of our lives. Causing people pain is just a part of the game.
I walk up to Vera, the crowd splitting down the middle as they always do for me. She doesn't notice me until the last second, and by then I already have her history book in my hand. Her eyes go wide for a moment before she notices it's me. Her face morphs into an expression filled with rage, her hands reaching out to grab for her book. "Give it back."
I turn away from her, heading toward the bathroom.
"Malik, I'm serious. I'm not playing this game anymore. Give it back."
Oh, baby, the games have only just begun.
I kick open the boys’ bathroom door, not even sparing a glance at my confused peers as they watch in horror as Vera follows me on my heels.
"Enough, Malik. Fucking enough!"
I open the stall door—who fucking uses a stall, anyway? Just use the fucking urinal—and see a guy taking a piss, his dick the size of my pinkie.
I stare at him as he takes a leak in the toilet, his pee stopping midstream when I barge into the stall.
"Sucks to suck," I say, dropping Vera's book directly into the piss-filled toilet.
The guy quickly tucks his junk into his slacks when Vera walks into the stall behind me. She sees her book sinking halfway into the toilet and lets out an obnoxious screech. "I fucking hate you!"
I chuckle, shoving past small dick and Vera, leaving the bathroom, and heading back to my locker.
The guys are where I left them, smiles of approval on their faces once they realize what I've done.
"You're going heavy quick, Mal." Atticus laughs.
I grunt. I need to. She needs to be gone. She should've never been here in the first place.
I grab my books for calculus and shut my locker. We start making our way down the hall, most of the hallway already cleared out, except for a few stragglers.
Suddenly, small hands press on my back, trying to shove me in the most pathetic attempt I've ever felt.
"You bastard," Vera growls behind me.
I can hear the guys stop breathing beside me, their bodies frozen at her audacity.
Her fucking audacity.
I slowly spin around, looking down at her red face, her stupid nose piercing, her ridiculous black-and-white hair, and those fucking fishnets that I want to shred with my teeth.
My hand goes up, wrapping around her neck. I shove her backward, until her back slams against the lockers. Leaning in close, I let my body press against hers so she can’t even think about going anywhere. My body towers over hers, her shallow breaths hitting the part of my shirt over my pec. Her head inches upward, and I squeeze my fingers until I know she's barely getting any air. Just barely.
My head bends down, until my lips brush against the shell of her ear. She shivers, and it makes me both angry and fucking pleased as hell. "Watch your mouth and watch your hands, baby. I make the rules. I make the game." My other hand wraps around her waist, squeezing her hip bone. "Next time you so much as lay a finger on my body without me telling you to, I might just cut you open, from here," I continue, with my fingers trailing between her legs, pressing against her sex, which is on fucking fire beneath her skirt, up her stomach, between her breasts, until my pointer presses against her plump lower lip. I pinch the thickness, and her jaw slackens. My finger goes over her tongue as I whisper, "To here."
Fire lights in her blue eyes, and she bites down on my finger. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to draw pain, if I felt that type of thing.
"Keep biting, baby. Bite the entire thing off, if you want. I'll make you clean up every last drop of blood."
