Black Sheep

The human equivalent of a toxic plastic factory.

I always wanted my first kiss to be angry- in the middle of a heated argument. We're yelling, our faces are red with anger, our bodies are so close, I can count the different shades in his eyes and then he yells at me, his voice a million octaves higher, and when I freeze he realizes how scared I am and then his eyes lock on my lips, and he kisses me. His kiss is a black hole, sucking me into another realm of anger, passion, love, and sheer regret. And when he pulls away he'll whisper how much he likes me, our foreheads pressed together for a brief second before he dives back in and ravishes me with his mouth- 

OKAY! 

I should probably control my imagination and not let it run wild. 

Toxic kisses with toxic bad boys who're the human equivalent of a toxic plastic factory. Translation: Toxic. 

His lips are suspended mid-air from mine and I can clearly see the viridian specks in his contacts. More like the I'mma-seduce-you-with-my-gorgeous-eyes specks. Where's my barf bag? 

"If you're gonna kiss me, get it over and done with. Stop being such a nuisance."

He snorts. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, angel", his teeth tugging on my earlobe and I squirm in his hold. Sadistic Bastard. 

"S-stop", I squeak out as he begins to pepper kisses down my jaw. The more I squirm, the tighter his grip on me becomes until my phone rings. He stops, glances at the vibrating piece of metal on the seat beside him, and then back at me. 

I peep at the caller ID; Stella. 

"It's Stel", I free my arm from his grip and answer the call. "Stel", I mutter but it's not her voice that responds. 

"Brooklyn, where are you?" It's Austin, his voice is edged with a hint of panic, worry, and frustration. "I've been tryna' contact you for so long."

"Not dead yet", I squeak and then clear my throat. "B, why is your boyfriend pacin' round my room like a worried papa bear?" Stella chimes worry radiating from her voice. 

Xavier stiffens beside me. I press the phone to my ear and then nearly drop it when he grunts. The fudge? "She's with me, so quit your whining, Evans. We're in the middle of something here."

My brows shoot to my hairline as I throw him a quizzical look. My breath hitches in my throat as my eyes lock into his; they're an emotionless void of darkness. "The only thing we're in the middle of is, me plotting his murder", I mutter, breathless at the way his eyes rake over me. And not in the least bit do they feel disgusting. What is he doing to me?

Damn you hormones, just 'cause a cute guy checked you out doesn't mean it's World War III. 

Xavier slowly lowers his lips to my collarbone and begins to nip at the skin and I sharply suck in air. "Are you okay?!" Austin inquires, his voice much louder. 

"Y-yeah", I stutter and then squeal as Xavier scrapes the sensitive skin of my neck with his teeth. 

"Please don't tell me you're doing it, in his fucking car", He groans and I feel my cheeks burn. 

"We're not doing anything", I clarify, pushing Xavier's unholy mouth away from my neck. 

Surprisingly, Xavier complies and moves away. I feel his grip on my waist loosen and I place my arms on his chest to balance myself. "Someone can't keep their hands to themselves", he whispers and I shudder at the tone of his voice. His breath trickles down the side of my neck and I freeze at the sound of my accelerating heartbeat filling the car. 

"We need to talk", Austin says before the line goes dead. 

Over-protective dad much. 

"...we just spoke", I conclude and Austin arches a brow at me. He turns to Stella, and on cue, she shrugs her shoulders. "I mean hun, we both heard you panting like a bi-" Austin abruptly cuts her off with a glare. 

These two are getting along just fine. 

So fine that I'm jealous. 

Note the sarcasm. 

"C'mon", I bargain. "We did nothing except eating and talking", and making out and Xav sucking my collarbone and showing me every single constellation and ravishing my body with his tongue...so yeah. We did absolutely nothing. 

"Hun, how could you forget the tonsil hockey and..." She coughs, wiggling her brows suggestively. I resist the urge to smack the stupid grin off her face. Sometimes she can be the most marvelous girl in the world, other times she becomes the devil incarnate. 

"Stel", I warn. "We didn't d-", Austin's animalistic growl cuts me short. I snap my head in his direction but he stands up and grabs me by the forearm and forces me to my feet. 

"Hey!" I exclaim only to be ignored as he walks me to the door - scratch that, drags me to the door. As much as I enjoy toxic relationships I can't stand non-consensual and abusive acts. He's crossing lines, he'll trip over and he knows that. 

He slams the dorm room door behind him and proceeds to drag me towards his dorm. "Slow down", I plead in vain as my pleas fall on deaf ears. Instead, he increases his pace and stops once we reach his dorm. "Get out", He snarls at the gang of boys hustled around the TV in the dorm, game controllers in hand and bags of chips littered around the couch. 

Typical males. 

A lanky redhaired opens his mouth to speak only to be silenced by his leader's departure from the room. The rest follow in suit and Austin locks the door behind him. Thankfully his grip on my forearm loosens only for him to crush my body in between his arms and body. 

I think I just heard my bones break. 

Did I mention he has a rock-hard bod like the kind girls would love to lick ice cream off? The bleggh-become-victim-to-your-hormones-and-satisfy-my-bod kind. The kind of body vividly described in every romance novel where the female lead ends up with a horny bad boy who can't stop flaunting his hot bod. 

Hot bod- what an odd term. I think I'm mildly obsessed with it. 

"Will you be my date to Noelle's charity gala? "

What in the world did I just hear.