𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 97 | The Choice I Claimed

  I took a long and satisfied breath, happy that I came to a conclusion. I should probably go back in now.

I opened the door, posture tall and head stiff. Striding in I didn't make eye contact with him, I simply sat down and pulled out my phone.

I'm not going to ever tell him about the conclusion I came to, it's just going to flow. I'll refuse to answer any questions too deep about what we are. We are nothing.

"Earlier wasn't an offer, it was an order." He said, stating it like it was a confirmed fact.

I scoffed, "Oh?" I turned to him, "An order?" I wanted to scream in his face. "You think you can order me to do anything?"

I almost screamed that last word as I breathed out of my nose.

A satisfied smile played on his face as he watched my anger flurry.

I just remembered I was supposed to be ignoring him. This fucking douchebag.

"You will stay after class, that is an order." He stated and trailed his eyes from my eyes to my lips.

I swiftly turned around in my seat and crossed my legs, closing my eyes tightly. I'm not offering him any more words. He doesn't get that from me.

Order? ORDER? I can't even explain how this makes me feel. Actually, I can. Angry, turned-on, curious. That second one needs to surpass. Right now.

My cheeks flushed at the thought of what he wanted me to stay after class for. I tilted my head down so my hair covered my cheeks and pulled out my phone again. Blushing like a little girl, this is so embarrassing. Please go away.

I could feel the heat dispersing all around my face and through to my ears.

I want to stay after class with him, I won't lie about that, but order? He can't order me around, that's not  his job. We are partners, equals. If he orders me around, I get to do the same.

"Go to my apartment and grab my wallet from the back pocket of the shorts I wore yesterday." I stated, staring at my phone, then nails casually. "They're on the ground, right when you walk in."

I heard him stifle a chuckle, "No-"

"That's an order."

I turned to him, amusement shown on his face, he grinned. His face showed a hint of defeat and evil. It takes two to tango, and he's not dancing by himself. If he's going to boss me around, he can get slapped right back. He stared at me then stood up, keeping eye contact as he gazed down at me. He held his hand out and a satisfied smirk shown on my face.

I leaned to the side, not breaking his intense stare as he waited patiently with his hand still out. I grabbed my room key from my front pocket and dropped it in the palm of his hand. He gripped it and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

His eyes shifted to the door as he then strode past me and walked out.

I actually did forget my wallet and it made my stomach drop because I can't get school dinner without money. I usually just hop by the cafe right after this class period, but something tells me there might be an extra minute or two before I do.

It was a simple thing, make him go get something for me. 'Order' him. To show him that he can't push at me and not expect a push back.

Minutes passed by and I paid no mind because it is quite a walk here to the apartments. I gazed lazily at my phone and to the students, counting the minutes and yawning.

Then my heart sunk. My clothes. My shorts. My shirt. My bra. My thong. Fuck. They are all still sprawled out on the fucking ground.

How could I just remember that those shorts were on the ground by the couch but forget that everything else was there too? I'm an idiot. Fuck, fuck. It's not like he hasn't seen them before, right?

What if he thinks I sent him there to see that? What if I want him to think that? Is that bold? Bold enough? Too bold? This is so confusing.

He's taking too long. I looked down at my phone and texted him. 'Get back here right now.'

A quiet ding sounded beside me and I glanced over to see his phone on the desk. My eyes grew wide and I struck my head back, opening my mouth to silently scream. I can't run after him because he's going to be back any minute now, and I'll look like a fool.

I wanted to get up and move, pace. I wanted to pace. I'm nervous, maybe scared? I think I'm a little excited. Is that forbidden? Not if I've come to terms on what we will be. If we are going to do anything physical to each other it's not uncommon for him to see my lingerie laying around.

Calm down, get used to this. It's obvious he wants to do things, he's already come to terms with that, but I'm only just now coming to terms with it. Give me a break. Or he could be teasing about it all. I don't know, maybe not, hopefully not, shit.

An imaginary clock ticked as I fiddled with my fingers and impatiently waited. What is he going to say to me? Is he going to be revolted? Mad? I'm nervous, so shit-braining nervous.