Zayn
Wait! Fuck! No way in fucking hell! I didn't just do that. Annoying fucking bitch. I slam my car's door shut and anger takes me over, speeding up on the packed road, I ditch all the red lights and policemen.
That hot fucking prick and her innocence. I couldn't get myself to kiss her, somehow my conscious didn't allow. I've kissed a hundred girls but kissing her did not feel right, I stopped myself as soon as I was about to. There was something else brewing inside me that was not usual.
I am fully aware of my self-obsession, I do hurt people but I don't give a flying fuck, I'm far too busy in myself. She is fucking right and I hate it, no one has ever had the balls to raise their voice or boss me around like her. What is she? Brad Pitt or Obama? My own mother never dares to speak to me that way. Her fucking audacity is all the reason more I can't stop thinking about her wonderful face. She really needs to be taught a lesson.
Fuck! I punch the steering wheel as I park in the lot of our usual meeting spot at the coffeehouse. I need to do something to or with her, she couldn't tell me of my own pride, I can't bear being yelled at for being selfish. For fuck's sake, she really needs a dose of manners and politeness more than me. And suddenly I know what is to be done. I will ruin her.
I enter the café and take a seat beside Nat on the round table at the corner. "Meet in my car in fifteen." I whisper in her ear, she giggles and nods. Good, I really need a quick hard fuck, to get off the weight that is Stella off my chest.
As promised, Nat walks with me to my car as everyone leaves after their doses of caffeine. "Here?" I point towards the car. "Or the restroom?" I'm desperate as fuck and those are the only places that come to my mind.
"Whoa, someone is in a mood to get fucked pretty desperately." Only if she stops feeding on my fucking nerves.
"Where?" My patience is slipping off.
"The car is cool." She states casually.
I slide in my car and remove my shirt as Nat settles herself on my lap.
Going straight for her lips all I can think about is Stella's plump full perfectly carved pink lips. I force myself to push the disgusting thought out of my mind and I kiss Nat, hard, letting out all the frustration.
"Hey, slow the fuck down. What is up with up with you, anyway?" She pulls away, I can't seem to feel any electricity or passion. Well, in all honesty, there never was any electricity or passion in the first place. We're talking about fucking Nat. I did stuff with her only for the sake of doing it. It's the same with every other girl too.
Without replying, I kiss Nat even harder this time, trying to find a fusion but there's nothing, no fuel or fire. It's just plain and simple. She doesn't make me fucking hard like Stella did, even without touching her lips to mine.
"This was a bad idea. Leave." Having sex with her feels like a fucking butt idea now- I wasn't thinking straight.
"What the hell, Zayn? I don't have a ride, you were the one to call me and now you're declining me." Fucking fake-ass annoying bitch.
"I said leave. I don't give two fucks about your ride, you have those two skanky legs of yours, they can take you wherever the fuck you want to go."
"Fuck you, Zayn."
"One, I didn't give you a chance to do that, so shut that damn useless mouthpiece of yours. And two, get the fuck off me and out of my car." She quietly gets out of my car and I zoom it around the lot, leaving the damn square alone behind me.
Fuck!
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Bloom
Romance"I hate you." I scream in his face, not realizing that he has me backed up against a wall, only inches away from me. "I hate you." I whisper again, my breathing heavier and my drained feeble body aching with desire. His proximity is killing me and...
