Vivian Zhu is abused by her father, and being an only child with no mother doesn't make it any easier. To make matters worse, she's being bullied at school by Andrew Keir, a competitive boxer, along with his 4 friends, Zac Frey, Luca Foster, Vince Y...
I slowly looked down at the 'clothes' and blushed deeply.
Have I lost my God damn mind?..
"Have you lost your damn mind?"
He turned to look away from me, covering his mouth with his hand.
"I changed my mind, you're still the same dumbass from when we were kids."
I quickly turned around so I wouldn't see his face.
What the actual fuck am I doing? Put some damn pants on Vivian!
"I haven't changed at all, huh?"
He cleared his throat, still refusing to look at me.
"No."
I hummed in disappointment. I don't know why it upset me, but it did, and I hated it. It was eating away at me.
"Do you think Soo-ah is better looking than me?"
He kept his eye contact with the wall, facing away from me.
"I don't like her-"
"That's not what I asked."
I cut him off and he poked at his cheek with his tongue.
"How would I know."
I hummed again.
"Well, that's why she was still here no? For you to see her body."
His tone became noticeably annoyed.
"I wasn't going to go through with that you know."
I didn't respond and I slowly lifted off his sweatshirt.
"What are you doing, Vivian?"
He still didn't look at me.
"You said to change."
He quickly turned to face me in protest.
"Vivian do not-"
He paused, his jaw clenched and he furrowed his brows.
I turned around, dropping the sweatshirt on the ground and turning to face him. It made me upset that he wouldn't look at me.
"Put your clothes back on Vivian."
"My clothes are wet."
He frowned.
"Okay, well, put my clothes back on."
"No.."
I took a step forward and he quickly backed up.
"Vivian Zhu put the damn sweater back on."
I frowned, disappointed.
"Why? You don't like it?"
"Th-that's not what I-"
"Then why do you want me to put it back on?"
His eyes grew kind of cold and dark.
"You like Zac, don't you?"
I creased my eyebrows at him confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"I saw you kiss him earlier."
I thought he might have seen me when he said he was watching us through the window earlier, but it was a misunderstanding.
"Andrew that's not what happened. You misunderstood. I don't like Zac like that."
He scoffed, chewing at his cheek.
"Yeah, and I don't like Olivia."
I picked up an irritated tone as I responded.
"That's not fair. I was thanking him for bringing me back to you, and making me realize something I lied to myself about."
He seemed to grow a bit sad and upset, but he spoke back quietly.
"Yeah. Right."
I sighed and walked back towards the bed, reaching for the clip on the back of my bra.
"I'm taking it off-"
Suddenly, I was flipped onto the bed on my stomach, my hand pinned over my head.
"No. Keep it on. I promised."
I looked at him questioningly.
"Promised what?"
He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply.
"I promised both of our parents.. that I would keep you safe."
What the hell is talking about?
"What the hell does that mean?"
He looked down at me, this longing look behind his eyes that he attempted to hide.
"I wasn't able to keep my promise up until now, and I'm going to do everything in my power to fulfill that promise, Zhu."
I narrowed my eyes a bit, pulling the neck of his shirt towards me with my free hand.
"What the hell does that have to do with what I look like!?"
He looked angry. But it doesn't look like it does when he is upset. He looks somewhat.. defeated.
"Vivian.."
He leaned down to my ear, barely talking over a whisper.
"If you keep teasing me, I'll ruin you. I've been doing good to not give into the temptation to you. But if you keep going..."
My eyes widened in surprise.
"You're beautiful Zhu. That's all you need to know."
I frowned, scrunching my eyebrows.
"You don't get to determine what will hurt me and what won't."
He looked into my eyes, questioningly.
"What-"
I quickly flipped around and grabbed his jaw pulling his face closer to me, angry.
His entire body stiffened.
"I don't know how to deal with this feeling, Andrew, but I love you. I want you more than you want me."
His hand made its way to my waist and he gripped it tight, his fingers cutting into my flesh.
"Fuck, Viv, the things you do to me."
He moved his head down to my neck, leaving small kisses on my skin.
"Are you sure you want me to.."
"Yes. Please.."
I let out a soft moan as he blessed my skin with his lips. He nodded and gently laid me back down on the bed, pulling off his shirt.
I only realized then, that I didn't recognize the Andrew I had been around for all those months.
From fall to winter, I was learning foreign characters. It was the boy on top of me right now that I remember meeting all those years ago when we were 6.
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