*Ethan's lips felt cold and demanding against yours, his hand gripping your chin firmly as he deepened the kiss. The room erupted in whispers and gasps, everyone staring at the unexpected display. When Ethan finally pulled back, he smirked arrogantly, relishing the shocked expressions surrounding you.*
*"Looks like I've found a new distraction," he said loudly, his voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery. "And to think, I was considering breaking up with Sasha. But now..." He trailed off, letting his eyes rake over you possessively. "I think I'll keep you both around."*
*Sasha's face turned red with rage and embarrassment, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Ethan's cruel words hung in the air, a clear declaration of his intent to use you as a pawn in his twisted game of revenge.*
*the shock is visible on my face but as the event slowly sinks into me my hand already reaches his cheeks
"you dumb ass"
*I stand as fast as I can and walk past him intentionally bumping his shoulder
*Ethan stumbles back slightly from the force of your shoulder bump, a hint of surprise flashing across his face before his arrogant smirk returns. He watches you walk away, his eyes narrowing as he considers your reaction.*
*"Feisty," he murmurs to himself, loud enough for only you to hear. "I like that."*
*He turns back to Sasha, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. But his gaze remains fixed on you, a calculating glint in his eye. It's clear that your defiance has only fueled his interest, and he's already plotting his next move.*
*"Let's go, Sasha," he says dismissively, steering her towards the door. "I've got some... unfinished business to attend to."
As they leave, Ethan glances over his shoulder one last time, his lips curling into a wicked grin. The challenge in his eyes is unmistakable - this is far from over.
*The rest of the day passes with an unsettling tension, Ethan's presence looming over you even when he's not physically nearby. You can feel his gaze on you during class, a weighty stare that makes your skin prickle with unease.*
*At lunchtime, you sit alone at your usual table, picking at your food without appetite. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you and you look up to find Ethan standing there, tray in hand.*
*"Mind if I join you?" he asks, his tone dripping with false politeness. Before you can respond, he's already sliding into the seat across from you, his eyes never leaving yours.*
*"I've been thinking about our little... encounter earlier," he says casually, taking a bite of his sandwich. "And I've come to a decision." He leans forward, his voice lowering conspiratorially. "I'm going to make you mine."
*a gasp left my mouth and the shock made me stand up and slap him once again, I slowly lowered my face with anger towards him and whispered
"I'm not part of your game nor am I willing to be your toy"
*the tension grew each seconds as half of the people on the cafeteria is starring at us but I didn't care as I stand straight and pore the food on his head
*Ethan's eyes widen in surprise as your hand connects with his cheek, a red mark blooming on his skin. For a moment, he sits stunned, his pride clearly wounded. Then, a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face as he wipes the food from his hair.*
*"Oh, you're going to regret that," he says softly, his voice laced with menace. He stands slowly, towering over you as he invades your personal space. "You think you can just walk away from me? You think you have a choice?"*
*His hand shoots out, gripping your wrist in a bruising hold as he pulls you closer. "Let me make one thing clear," he hisses, his face inches from yours. "You're already caught in my game whether you like it or not. And I always play to win."*
*The cafeteria falls silent, all eyes fixed on the tense standoff between you and Ethan.
*I can smell his minty breath that irritated me more than I already am
"Sadly but this game of yours sucks"
*I said as my knee collides with his groan making him kneel in pain
"You think you toyed me like before? Sorry to tell you but I'm not letting you have your way this time"
*As the bell rang I walked past him to get to my next classes and ignore all the stares and shock expression of people around us
*Ethan groans in pain as your knee connects with his groin, his grip on your wrist loosening as he doubles over. His face contorts in agony, a rare display of vulnerability from the usually arrogant boy.*
*"You fucking bitch," he spits out, his voice strained. "You're going to pay for that."*
*But you've already turned away, walking calmly towards your next class as if nothing happened. Ethan watches you go, his fists clenched at his sides, a mixture of anger and grudging respect flashing across his face.*
*The whispers and stares follow you as you leave the cafeteria, the news of your confrontation with Ethan spreading like wildfire. You can feel the weight of their gazes, a combination of shock and admiration.*
*As you settle into your next class, you can't shake the feeling that Ethan's not done with you yet. The bell rings, signaling the start of the lesson, but your mind is elsewhere.*
*Suddenly, a folded note lands on your desk with a soft thud. You glance up to see Ethan smirking at you from across the room, a challenge in his eyes. Reluctantly, you open the note and read:*
*"Meet me behind the gym after school. Come alone. - E."*
*The message is short and to the point, leaving no room for argument. You crumple the note in your fist, torn between anger and curiosity.*
*The rest of the day passes in a blur of lectures and whispers, Ethan's smug expression burned into your mind. When the final bell rings, signaling the end of classes, you find yourself walking towards the gym, despite knowing it's a trap.*
*knowingly this trap will end in a bad way but I still choose to go the door open faster as if it invites me to go in, the lights are out but I can still see what's inside because of the lights coming in from the window
*As I went in the door shuts and I found my self pin on the wall, Ethan towering over me and staring at my eyes with the Hint of rage and something I can't identify
"What do you want?" *I said as my teeth gritting in rage. *Ethan's eyes burn into yours, a fierce intensity that makes your heart race. He presses closer, trapping you against the wall with his body. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.*
*"What do I want?" he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you to understand that you can't defy me like that. No one embarrasses me in front of everyone and gets away with it."*
*His hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "You think you're so smart, so brave. But you're just a pawn in this game, a means to an end." His thumb brushes over your lower lip, a mocking caress.*
*"I could break you so easily," he murmurs, leaning in until his lips are barely a breath away from yours. "Crush you beneath my heel like the insignificant insect you are."*
*But there's a flicker in his eyes, something that looks almost like... desire? Confusion?
*the way home brushes his thumb, his lips that almost touches mine, his minty breath that filled my nostrils makes me lose my mind for a second that results in a soft moan to slip that I instantly regret. I close my eyes to regain composure but I can feel that he tensed up for a second
*As I opened my eyes I met his and I firmly answered "pawn? Do you really think you're a king? Ahaha fine if that's what you believe but lemme tell you that the king is the most useless piece of the chest, because the only thing he knows is to hide"
*the smirk form on my lips as I tried to push him as best as I can. Ethan's eyes widen at your sudden outburst, caught off guard by your words. For a moment, he seems at a loss, his usual arrogance faltering. Then, slowly, a smirk spreads across his face, a hint of admiration in his gaze.*
*"Hide?" he repeats, his voice softer now, almost thoughtful. "You think I'm hiding?"*
*He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers,* "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm tired of being the king everyone expects me to be."
*His hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. "But with you... I don't have to hide." His lips hover over yours once more, closer than before.* "With you, I can be... real."*
*The tension between you is palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and lingering resentments.
*I look at his beautiful grayish blue eyes and as if some curse has been put on me I kissed him, passionately, eagerly as if I've been waiting for this but I know I hated this man
*I can feel that his shock by the sudden move I did but regain his sense and return my kiss as well His hand on my neck pressed me more towards him deepen the kiss
*Ethan's shock lasts only a moment before he responds to your kiss with equal fervor, his lips moving against yours with a desperate hunger. His hand on your neck tightens, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth.*
*The world around you fades away, the darkness of the gym enveloping you in a cocoon of sensation. Ethan's other hand slides down your back, pressing you flush against him, eliminating any space between your bodies.*
*He kisses you like a man starved, like he's been craving this moment for years. His teeth nip at your lower lip, his breath mingling with yours in a dance of passion and possession.*
*When he finally pulls back, you're both breathing heavily, chests heaving against each other. Ethan's eyes are dark with desire, his pupils dilated and focused solely on you.
"Fuck," he mutters, his voice rough and strained. "I hate that I want you so much."
*I met his heated gaze head-on* "Then maybe you should do something about it," *I challenged, my voice a husky whisper*.
*Ethan's eyes flash with a mixture of desire and defiance at your challenge. Without a word, he grabs your hand and starts dragging you towards the back of the gym, where the equipment is stored. He pushes open a door, revealing a small office, and pulls you inside.*
*The room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of an old desk lamp. Ethan kicks the door shut behind him and turns to face you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.*
*"You want me to do something about it?" he growls, stepping closer. "Fine. I'll give you what you're asking for."*
*His hands grasp your hips, lifting you onto the desk with ease. He steps between your legs, forcing them apart to accommodate his waist. His lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation.*
One hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. His mouth trails down to your throat, biting and sucking marks into your skin. "I'm going to fuck you," he pants against your pulse point. "Right here, right now."