At 17 years old Sage Aurora never thought she would be stuck trying to rebuild her life and mending her heart.
Throughout her younger years she thought nothing could stop her. She was popular, free-spirited, and felt on top of the world. At least t...
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"Oh, no. She sure does", Chance bragged. "I've gotten her ass before, and I sure as hell can do it again". His cocky tone was like a high pitched whisper that seemed to only assault your ear drums. It was like a Goddamn dog whistle. Except little did everyone know, he was the dog.
Your eyes scanned their way around the cafeteria, nodding to Chrissy as she spoke, but paying her no real attention. You tried everything in your power to not get pulled into Satan's lair, but the draw of Chance's dog whistle lured your eyes to his. Once feeling the burn of his retinas, you flicked your attention away as quickly as possible, trying to avoid any further interaction. The tension between you and the table across the way felt palpable, and it seemed like the entire lunchroom was watching the drama unfold, yet no one actually was. No one ever noticed the devilish energy that emitted from his snake-like skin in waves.
Unbeknownst to you, Chance's friend glanced your way as he snickered with his fellow Hyenas, discussing something you wanted no part of. The pull of their devilish energy yanked you back to them and away from the heavenly sounds of Chrissy's voice. Once you met his friend's eyes, it became clear to you that they were talking about you. The atmosphere around you grew quiet as you watched him pat Chance on the chest and then abruptly stand up, maintaining constant eye contact as he stalked in your direction. The anticipation was unbearable and your skin began to crawl as you tried to figure out what his intentions were. What the fuck did he think he was doing?
Your body froze as he approached, eyes eating you up, and in that moment the only movement was the thunderous pounding of your heart. Chrissy's voice slowed as she realized he was planning on joining your table, and you couldn't help but feel unease as he took the seat across from you. Trying to not show him that his presence made you want to scream bloody murder, you conjured up the most unamused look you could muster.
With a smug smile, he seemed to be enjoying the power he held over the situation, and more importantly you. The tension was thick, and it felt like the entire lunchroom was holding its breath now. Chrissy's voice completely stopped as she realized you were no longer pretending to pay attention to her, because she was right. Your entire focus was now on the piece of shit that just intruded on your personal space. As he sat across, you could feel his eyes boring into yours, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped under his gaze. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, and as he tried to engage you in conversation, you forced yourself to maintain a calm exterior while chaos roiled within you. His presence loomed large, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being under Chance's watch, too. Even from a distance you felt under his control.
"You do know we're not all alike right?" Chance's friend asked in a husky tone, eyeing you up and down.
His beady little eyes looked gouge-able. This little shrimp actually thought he had a chance. That he had even the slightest ability to get into your pants, as if you would ever stoop so low as to entertain that idea on a cold, metal cafeteria table.
