Deadly Love

Darling

(719 words)
Malice's POV:

It's the last class of the day, chemistry. I take a seat at an empty lab table near the back and pull out my phone. I kick my feet up on the table and scroll through insta while I wait for class to start.

"Hey Ken," I hear Summer say softly from beside me.

"Umm hello," she continues. I plan on ignoring her until she calls me by my name.

"Malice!" she yells at me.

"Yes," I say quietly as I turn my attention to her. Damn, she looks so good right now. Her hair is up in a messy bun and her shirt is showing so much more than I thought it did earlier today.

"Can I sit here?"

"Go for it."

The lab tables sit high, so the chairs are barstool style. She's just short enough that she needs to hop a little to mount the chair. I can't help but notice the red lace peeking through her tights as her skirt lifts up. When she takes her seat, her skirt is just short enough that it doesn't lay beneath her when she sits. Her ass is amazing.

The teacher cuts off my thoughts, "Alright class, welcome to chemistry. The person you are sitting next to right now will be your lab partner for the entire year. No exceptions."

I look over at Summer. "Guess you're stuck with me," she smirks.

"Better behave then, Barbie."

"I make no promises, Ken."

"Call me by my name."

"Don't call me Barbie then."

"Fine, darling," I say, smirking.

"Alright then, stud." A small smile forms on her face.

"Didn't I tell you earlier to fix your outfit."

"Well yours isn't any better."

She has a point, I choose to wear a black button up rather than the regular white. I leave the buttons open, and roll the sleeves up to my elbow as well. My black, low waisted, ripped jeans aren't dress code either and neither is the chain around my neck. My black dress shoes however, pass the code.

"Does my outfit make you feel the same way yours makes me feel?"

"How does my outfit make you feel?" she says, confused.

"Like the janitor's closet is right outside the door." She freezes, wide-eyed. I lean in and whisper into her ear. "Tomorrow come fully clothed or I might just fuck you in that closet, hard."

Her breathe hitches and she bites her lip softly. Shakily she whispers back, "Mmk, got it."

Summer's POV:

My heart is racing as he sits back up in his chair. The teacher is rambling on about the syllabus, but I can't pay attention. All I can focus on is him. My eyes keep darting to his open shirt and the chiseled abs it reveals. "Was he chiseled from stone?" Shit, did I say that out loud?

"Nope, that's all me baby," he says softly while grabbing my hand and placing it on his bare stomach. "You're squeezing your legs together darling. Relax." He let's go and my hand falls back to my side.

The bell rings, but I'm too weak to stand.

"Are you coming?" He asks as he starts walking away.

"Mhmm," I nod. I slowly stand up. My heart is racing as I exit the classroom. It calms when I see a familiar face. "Ava!"

"Hey, how was your first day?"

"Very interesting. I gotta go, but I promise I'll explain it all tomorrow before class."

"Okay, see you tomorrow girlie," she waves.

I walk out of the grand building, towards my car. I open the door and climb in. Finally, peace and quiet.

My drive home is boring, but enjoyable. I park my car in the driveway and walk into the house.

I crash onto the couch, and my thoughts fire back up. What am I doing? He's the target, not anything else. Keep it in check Summer. The quicker you finish the job, the quicker you can get him out of your head. Why does he have to be so hot, and so damn forward? Just breathe, you got this.

I can't handle this right now. I grab some leftovers and chocolate ice cream. I eat till be heart's content before going up stairs to finish my homework and fall asleep early to complete my night.