Deadly Love

Rules

(571 words)
Malice's POV:

"I want her at the lunch table in five minutes, got it?"

"On it," the guys said in sync as they headed down the hallway to search for her.

I walked slowly toward the cafeteria, thinking about what she said. She called me Ken. Who does she think she is.

I skip the line, with no resistance from anyone, and grab my lunch. Walking over to the table, I see her arguing with Jackson, and refusing to sit down.

"Take a seat Barbie," I smirk.

"What if I don't want to? And don't call me Barbie," she scoffs back at me.

Damn, someone's got an attitude. "I'll call you what I want to and you can either sit down or be sat down. It's your choice."

"Fine. By the way, you can call me by my name, Summer, or I'm leaving," she states as she takes her place at the table.

"Alright. Summer," I spit out. "You obviously don't know the rules around here, so I figured I'll explain them to you."

"Rules. Who are you, the dean?" she laughs.

"No, but I am someone you should fear."

She looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed, and gives me the biggest eye roll I've ever seen.

"First, don't give me attitude. Second, my name is Malice or M to you. Third, don't dress like that in these halls unless you plan on having me inside you shortly."

She smirks like she enjoys my comment.

I continue, "Fourth, don't get in my way or in the way of anyone at this table."

"That seems pretty difficult considering I don't know anyone other than you at this table," she states sarcastically.

"Well let me introduce the guys."

Summer's POV:

He points first to the first guy on his left, he has medium-length, wavy, dirty blonde hair, and extremely dark brown eyes. "This is Jackson."

"Nice to meet you," I say with a little smile.

Next, he nods toward the two sitting side-by-side at the end of the table. They are the shortest two of the group at roughly 5'11" if I had to guess. They both have dark brown hair styled into a messy faux hawk and ocean blue eyes. I swear that their jawlines could slice me with how sharp they are. "Next we have the twins, Blaine and Blake."

I giggle a little bit at the way their eyes bounced between my eyes and shirt. Malice's gaze darts to the boys. They immediately switch their view to the table.

"It's okay, I don't mind," I say while slightly leaning onto my elbows which were placed upon the table. I can tell Malice wants to argue, but instead just rolls his eyes and continues on.

"Lastly, this is Luke ."

Luke was slightly different from the others. He has kind, hazel eyes and his black coiled hair is longer on top with shortened sides. He smiled at me, contrasting from the stares from the others.

"Got it?"

"Yeah." This is the first time I've really been able to get a good look at Malice. His deep emerald green eyes stare deep into me. He runs a hand through his dark hair wavy hair. He's absolutely gorgeous. It's a shame he won't be around much longer.

"Alright then, we are done here." He waves his hand and all the guys follow him as he walks away from the table.