✧𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂✧ ◠ ✧ʰᵒⁿᵏᵃⁱ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʳᵃⁱˡ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ / ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗˢ

🌶️An ongoing rivalry🌶️ ~ Blade

An ongoing rivalry

Starting college, moving into an apartment away from your hometown, it's all a means to escape the past. A new beginning.

I unpack my bags into my apartment, there's not much to be unpacked. I was rushed out of my parents house because I was a "nuisance" in the household. But there is no need to dwell on it. This new opportunity in life will be different from my highschool experience. New people, new mindset, and maybe even new love!

Opening the door to leave my room and get a glass of water, I bump into my roommate. He was wearing a face mask, a beanie, and sunglasses, even though it was indoors. What a weirdo.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Hello, my name is [name], I'll be your roommate from now on." You state to the unknown person. They didn't say anything for a few seconds, which was terribly awkward. "Yeah, how could I not know who you are? Don't tell me you already forgot about me." Your roommate questions. You observe his look closely, and realize who he was. Your rival from High school, Blade.

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High school was a dreadful period of your life. You didn't have friends because your parents were infamous lawyers who only defended guilty criminals because it paid more, this allowed criminals to roam the city guilt-free, while innocent people were put into jail. The students hated you by affiliation.

However, you were smart. Always getting perfect grades, determined to make it into a good college and live a life without worries or struggles when you became older. You became competitive with becoming the top of your class. Sleepless nights studying, energy drinks and coffee cans cluttered on your desk in a closet-like room where you slept. But no matter how many tears you cried, prayers you sent, or hours you spent in your prison of a room, you could never reach the one thing you have ever desired. It didn't matter how hard you tried to become the best in your class, because the person who held that title was a man who had everything you wanted so dearly.

Blade, the person who kept you from achieving what you wished. He had what you could never attain. Friends, confidence, but most of all, the spot of valedictorian. Why can't I be like him? Why can't I have friends? How come after hours and days of sleepless nights, I can never acquire his talent and knowledge in academics? Why can't I even love myself?

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"Oh wow, I can't believe you're my roommate, this is so fucked up." You reply to his questions. Dread filling your body. You put your hands behind your back to hide that you're shaking. "What's with your shady getup? Didn't think you were the type to be a stalker, wearing something like that nonetheless." You mock, giving him a suspicious look. He only lets out a bothered sigh. What's his deal? Does he not care about the rivalry you two have? Or does he think you'll just forget about it because you both are now in college?

Blade turns around to walk away, presumably to his room to take off that awful disguise of some sort he was sporting. Without thinking, which you deeply regret, you grab his shoulder and push him to the wall, forcing him to face you. His sunglasses fell off when you pushed him, his crimson eyes full of amusement. Was this a joke to him? He brings down his face mask and looks at you with a slight smirk. It's detestable really, especially because he is actually extremely good looking.

"You're just as interesting as always." Blade states before grabbing your arm and pushing you into his room, shutting the door behind the two of you. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck what is happening? What kind of situation is this?" Was all you could think while you felt your face heat up with embarrassment and anxiety. Walking until you're against the wall in the room debating your choices and life, and cursing your thoughtlessness. Blade closes the space between you two and grabs the back of your head, forcing you into a kiss. You try to push him off, but his grip on you is too strong. Giving in after a few seconds of trying to push him away, realizing it is useless no matter how hard you try. You feel him smirk against the kiss and move his knee between your legs and push against your lower parts. Your face feels hotter than hell at this point, and you feel yourself pulsing from the friction and pressure of his knee between your legs.