Sepsis Love <3

Chapter 6

When I arrive at school the next day everyone one is looking at me, they now know me as the girl who got her ass kicked. I just wanted to be an ordinary girl with ordinary friends but now... I'm a social pariah.

I'm still pretty beaten up. I didn't even go to the hospital to get checked out. I may have a broken rib but I think I'll be fine, my dad's given me worse. Anyways it's not like it mattered because when I came home with a black eye and bruised lip, none of my 72 siblings even said a thing.

I hate my life.

As I slam my locker closed, I notice, Clarisse and Dillon, walking side by side, Dillon with his arm slung over Clarisse shoulder. They walk down the hall like a power couple, every pair of eyes on them. "WHAT DA FUCK!?" I scream mentally.

Dillon stops and makes out with Clarisse in the middle of the hallway, everyone watching them. They stop making out and continue walking down the hall in my direction. Tears swim in my swollen eyes. I can't believe he got back together with her after what she did to me yesterday?! Did he not care about what she did?! Clarisse catches my bleary gaze and smiles in triumph as her nails dig possessively into his arm. I can't believe she stole my hot mysterious stranger from me!!!! That FUGLY WENCH took MY MAN and is now flaunting him in my face!!!!

That BITCH is gonna pay!!!

***

For the rest of my classes I'm distracted, I can't stopping thinking about Dillon and Clarisse who are back together. I mean when could it have even happened when Clarisse was so busy bashing my face in!

The bell goes and as I head to my next class, English, I feel a pair of arms swoops around my waist pulling me into an empty classroom. I get wift of a strong, manly cologne, a scent I know all to well. Its Dillon's. "Hi," Dillon simply says. I don't get a chance to say anything before he lifts me up onto a desk and spreads my legs. He steps between them and takes my face in his palm. He brings his lips to mine and kisses me greedily, feasting on my supple lips. I wrap my arms around him and I kiss him back desperately, as if he's the very air I breathe. He slips his hand under my shirt and massages my hardened nipple. I groan in pleasure. WAIT..... WHAT DA FUCK AM I DOING!!! I break away from him, his mouth red and swollen.

"Get away me!" I cry, shoving him off of me, jumping down from the table. "Come on baby, don't be like that," he says trapping me between the desk. "Like what?"
He leans in closely, "Like a brat, do you want me to punish you?" he whispers close to my ear, panting like a dog. I bite back a loud moan. NO! He can't do this to me, not AGAIN. Even though I want him to badly. I love the abuse.

"NO, we CAN'T do this! You're with Clarisse now," I say, trying to escape his entrapment.
"Clarisse is nobody, not to me. You're all I want."

"Bullshit," I counter back, "If you wanted me you wouldn't be with Clarisse, if you wanted me, you wouldn't throw me out of your house like garbage!!" I seethed, crossing my arms. His deep ocean blue orbs train on me for a moment, and he suddenly smirks, "God you're sexy when you're angry."
I stop myself from shuddering with desire.

I shove his beautiful body away, "Go away, we are done!" I practically shout. "I'm don't want to be your WHORE!" I say with finality.
"I want you to be my dirty whore baby," he breathed. I almost swoon, the thought makes me shiver desire. As much as I want to be his whore, he needs to know the boundaries, so I tell him no again.

"You will be mine y/n, I will OWN you! You WILL be mine to use!" He says, the threat heavy in his voice. "I love a good fight," I reply seductively, the threat heavy in my voice. I push past him and wrench the door open. I breathe heavily.

God, how am I going to put up a fight with such a sexy beast!

***

I try to forget my encounter with Dillon for the rest of the day but it's pretty hard to because my body is desperate with need. He always has a way of turning me on.

I'm opening my new locker (I had to find a new one after the incident with Clarisse) and placing my books inside when someone suddenly asks, "Is your name Google?"

"What?" I say slamming my locker close, revealing a guy with dark serious eyes and coarse black hair, his big, plump, lips stretched into the biggest smile. "Is your name Google?" he asks again.

"N... no..." I stammer, nervously. Who is this guy?!? "Because it seems to me that you're the one I've been searching for," he laughs. I laugh too at the terrible pick up line

"Oh my bad your name must be Tennessee because your the only ten I see," he sees seductively, although humour is veiled in his tone. I chortle, laughing for the first time today. Seriously, who was this guy?!

"I'm Dolano," the cute guy says, stretching his hand out. I grasp his hand in a handshake, "I'm y/n."

"So I hear you're new around here, if you ever need anything I'll gladly help." My insides swell, at the kind offer. "Thanks, I'll consider it."

He was nice, but my hot mysterious stranger is the only one for me. And if that meant that I have to play a game for his heart then so be it.