" 𝐈𝑻'𝐒 𝑩𝐄𝑪𝐀𝐔𝑺𝐄 𝑰 𝐋𝑶𝐕𝑬 𝐘𝑶𝐔 " ྀི ᴛᴏᴍ ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ x ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ

chapter eight.

DOWN BY THE LITER, I KNEW I HAD TO MEET HER.

OOH SHE MINE, OOH GIRL BUMP AND GRIND.

OOH SHE MINE, OOH GIRL BUMP A LINE.

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ᵉˡᵉⁿᵃ ʳⁱᶜᶜⁱ

her lake blue eyes and dimples indented into her skin greet me. she's always smiling, sometimes i wonder if she ever stops smiling.

two seats. two options. him or girl i don't know. my eyes dart from tom to isabella in seconds, forcing a smile as i hesitantly make my way towards the empty seat placed besides the brunette. 

eyes burn visible, deep holes through the back of my neck. discomfort slips thru my veins, stopping me completely as it fills my body with its venom. i can't breathe. i don't even know who's looking at me, but i can't breath. and being high during this doesn't fucking help.

my ass gently slides on the seat. i'm forcing myself to stare at her, and i just know i'm making the poor girl uncomfortable. "isabella, right?"

"yeah... elena?" the two lake colored eyes copy my body language, staring at me as well. her smile still isn't fading, and i'm worried. for her sanity, mainly.

"that's me," obvious fake enthusiasm slips through my teeth, and i catch myself doing the one thing i wasn't meant to.

the cold, deep feeling of those eyes still being at the back of my neck causes more than shivers. i look back. like an idiot i look back, and there he is. tom.

our eyes lock for longer than us both could ever anticipate. i can't read him. i don't know what he's thinking, and in this moment, more than anything i wish i did.

a somewhat blurred out voice calls out to my conscience "elena?"

"hm?" i mumble. a mumble is the only sort of word i can form as of right now. his eye contact is so intense, love, hate, passion. all i know as of right now is i need him. i need him more than i want him.

"oh my god, please don't tell me you're one of those tom-crazy girls."

"aren't we all?" i reply.

"not the point," a gentle lift of her shoulders give off an 'i knew this was coming' vibe before she continues "you can't be one. you're too good for that." i don't think i am is what i don't say. all i want to say is that he's perfect, and mesmerising but i'm sure she's heard that before. probably too many times and i don't want to give her the stress of being the one to repeat it.

the feeling of eyes burning into my limbs quickly disappears when a slight tick of the teachers voice becomes present. chalk scraping viscously against the board turns my attention to the teacher, and just like that, i've zoned out again.

the feeling of another's unwanted, drunk body on top of mine pops back into my head. recharging the memories of those years or torture. tears are spilling down my face, but i don't notice it. i'm too busy trying to get the feeling off me to notice that i'm crying in front of everyone. in front of him. too many pupils to count land on me, and a tear spills through my bottom lashes, to my now soaked page. the blue on my page looks like a bottle of ink had smudged all my notes and i'm storming out the classroom now.

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a powerful slam follows behind me. the pressure on my back becomes apparent as i slam into the tiled wall. i can't breath, i can't breath and i'm trying so hard to be able to take a deep breath in, just like i've told myself to. please breath please breath please breath please-. a rude hand the size of my head resting on my waist takes me out of my deep thoughts. if i couldn't breath before, i definitely can't now. my head slips to the side, dreads, hazel eyes and baggy jeans revealing itself to me. what is tom doing here? "wha- what are you doing tom?" my voice is shaking eagerly worry, but even more anticipation.

"what happened in there, el?" his deep voice grazes a spot in my body i wish it didn't. his hand is still cupping my waist with grip tighter than the tightest belt, but it's turning me on.
"it doesn't concern you," my voice swapped with my body, it's no longer just my words shaking.
"your my girl. yes. it. does." what? i'm his girl now? i want to rip even inch of my hair out so it can match my heart. i've known him for not even a month, and he's already got me crazy over him. i'm meant to be strong, the girl who doesn't let boys take over her day -let alone her life at this rate.
"you don't get to own me tom, i'm not a fucking pet you can want for one day and not the next." the way he's grabbing me is sending an unwanted shock down my body, and he's pulling me up.

my body slides gently against the same wall that only just processed my breakdown. i want to stop this, but i know i won't be able to. i want to, but i don't know if i really do. i'm telling myself i don't know what he intends to do, what will happen next. i'm a lier. both of his hands reach towards my flimsy waist, nearly covering the entire surface as he presses his muscular build against me. it's more like his stiff cock is pressing against me, it's pressing into my belly button and my stomach and just ending bellow my pussy. i'm ashamed to say i can feel how wet i am for him, my body betrayed me as i feel the soaking mess uncontrollably dripping into the already full material.

"if i don't own you," he says "then why are you so wet for me, trouble?" a loud, dominant gasp slip through my quivering lips as his hand travels towards my bottom half. his fingers knot themselves underneath my waist band, and pulls down my sweats, taking my red thong with them.

i'm dripping all over both his hand, and the floor. i'm so ashamed as i look down at him to see the smirk placed on his face. for fuck sakes, its happening and i don't want to stop it.

A/N

oh?? smut?? okay, this might be a little fast but idc. DO IT FOR THE PLOT 💯💯💪💪.