Rival Morality BxB

4

"What's wrong with you?" The ever observant Casey noticed the displeasure on my face.

"I don't know how that motherfucker did it, but he switched two of my classes."

"Who did?"

I sneered, "Kane."

"What? Why?"

Of course I knew why. He explicitly told me. Rowan caught me off guard twice and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. "I don't know. I'll see you later. I've gotta go find where these classes are."

He shrugged, "Don't worry about it. We can walk together."

I looked at him with confusion.

"Did you seriously not know? I'm in those classes."

"Oh," was all I could manage. I pulled at the sweater covering the hickeys on my neck. No way in hell was I going to let him win again.

We walked into the classroom, right as the bell rang. Casey went to his seat, and I looked for an empty one. The school had run out of desks so the room was filled with two person tables. The only seat open was next to black and curly haired boy. The light glinted off his sharp cheekbones and his olive tanned skin. I didn't know how, but I was sure he planned this too.

He looked up as I approached, smirking. His eyes zeroed in on my covered neck. I could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears

Rowan: 0
Oliver: 1

"I thought I told you not to cover up your neck," he whispered as I sat down.

"Since when do I listen to you?"

"If you want to feel my dick in your ass ever again, you should start listening to me," he smirked as if he just gained a point.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him towards me, my lips just gracing over his. "I'm not your little bitch boy," I growled.

His eyes were clouded with lust. Without thinking, he tried to close the gap.

I moved out of reach, smirking. He didn't realize the hold I had over him and I was going to use that to my advantage ten times over. "Don't think that because I let you fuck me once, that I'm a bottom. If you ever want a taste of my ass again, you're going to have to prove you're worth it."

"Boys!" Mrs. Montenegro called. "Is there a problem?"

I shoved Rowan's shoulder with mine. He was dreadfully pale and swallowed hard. "No Mrs. Montenegro," his voice cracked.

"Good, then I expect no further interruptions."

I was going to make him regret ever touching me.