Deadly Love

The Shirt

(960 words)
*photo is Summer's outfit and makeup inspo
Summer's POV:

Today will be the third day since he was inside of me, and I can't get him out of my head. I keep telling myself that the closer I get to him; the easier it will be take him out, but I don't know it I even believe that myself though.

I get up from my bed and prepare to start my day. It's Monday... gross. I stumble over to my closet to grab my uniform. Wait. Who's shirt it that?! I have never owned a black button up, let alone a men's size large black button up. Though it did look extremely familiar.

I notice a small white note pinned to the tag. It reads:
Darling, be a good girl and wear this for me today. My rough weekend can only be counteracted by seeing an angel, and well... you seem to be precisely that. Don't stress over how I managed to place this shirt in your closet. Just wear it paired with that gorgeous smile - and perfect breasts ;). See you at our lockers.
-M

I don't know how to feel about this, but I choose the easiest option - don't stress it. I grab the shirt along with a black belt, a matching black lace bra and shortie set, and thigh high black boots with a five inch stiletto heel.

After putting on the undergarment set, I pull his shirt over my small frame. It's just long enough to cover my butt and upper thigh. Next, I place the belt around the shirt at my waist to add some shape and unbutton the top of the shirt, exposing my breasts. Lastly, I pull on the boots. I take a look at my masterpiece in the mirror . . . I look damn good. I finish the look with some gold jewelry and more makeup than I usually choose to wear.

I arrive at school about 20 minutes early today - I wanted to make sure I was there before him. Strutting through the extravagant hallway, I ignore all the many stares and head for our lockers. Once I've grabbed my supplies for my first class, I lean against his locker. My back is against the cold metal, and my legs are crossed. The books I'm holding are at my left side. He better show up soon, because this is extremely uncomfortable.

Five minutes later, I see him enter the grand doors. He seems preoccupied in a conversation with Luke and either Blaine or Blake. He looks in my general location and he does a double take. I watch him turn to the two guys and wave off the conversation to be finished later. They look annoyed, but turn into a connecting hallway.

I face the wall across from me and pretend as though I don't notice him. Through the corner of my eye, I continue to watch him walk directly at me with a hungry look in his eye.

He stops directly in front of me and places a hand next to my head on the metal. His other hand reaches up and lifts my chin. "Good morning sexy," he whispers against my skin.

His breath sends a shiver down my spine as I reach my hand up to his chest. I push him slightly so we are both standing straight. "So, rough weekend you say? Other than me not being there, what was so rough about it?"

"I just love it when you're confident, darling."

"That wasn't an answer."

"I couldn't talk about it if I wanted to, so why don't you just leave it, okay?"

"Fine. How did you drop this shirt off then?"

"I didn't. I had someone else do it."

"But how?"

"I have my ways." He looked deep into my eyes as he abruptly commanded, "After school, Blaine and Blake will escort you to a car. You will get in with no questions."

"Now why the hell would I do that?!"

He leaned in and spoke softly into my ear: "Because, I need you to be a good girl today. See you at lunch, darling." He planted a quick kiss on my lips and headed to his class, down the hallway.

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Malice's POV:

As I walk down the busy hallway all I can think about is her. I don't know how my fascination for her grew so quickly, but whatever it is I'm okay with. She's gorgeous and confident and smart and the list goes on. I need to focus on other matters right now though.

I turn into the nearest hallway so she'll think I'm going to class, and I make my way to glass doors ahead of me. Once through the doors, I call the guys and tell them where to meet me.

After ten minutes they all arrive. "Listen up," I command.

"Following school, Blaine and Blake are to retrieve Summer and bring her to the vehicle. Luke will be in the backseat to keep an eye on her while Jackson drives. Blaine and Blake will then follow in a separate vehicle to assure no one follows or attempts to attack the vehicle. I will be at the location already. I will text you the rest of the plan individually at some point before 1pm. Does everyone understand?"

"Yes sir," they say in sync as they all turn to walk back towards the building.

In complete honesty, I'm very nervous for how she will take my plan, but I'm sure it'll be fine. I decide not to dwell on it and follow the guys into the school.

I have to sit through five classes until I can see her again at lunch. Once at lunch, I have to speak with her briefly before leaving to set up everything at the location. Now that I think more about it, I'm actually pretty excited for her to see what I have planned.