Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 32

Chapter Song: I Hate The Way- Sofia Carson

Tuesday- Afternoon

-Evangeline-
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I didn't expect to break down. I didn't expect to break down in front of him again.

Crying in front of someone shows weakness- it shows that you're vulnerable.

I didn't expect to let the ruin get to me, but hearing fifteen to twenty students start to call me a whore did it.

I tried to shut off every emotion and become numb, but all I did was turn into a statue when he pulled me out of the room and crumpled to the floor.

He stares down at me with an emotion of fury and something else I can't decipher in his eyes. He puts his hands in his black pants pockets when I wipe the spilled tear from my eye.

"You didn't have to do that, you know?" I barely manage to whisper out through the hard grip in my throat.

"Do what, Flames?"

Flames.

He's calling me Flames again.

I thought he stopped and wouldn't continue, but it seems he's decided it's a new nickname for me, for now.

"Why do you need me to explain when you know what you're doing?" I turn away from him. I'd rather look at the shitty art on the wall than look at him.

"And what is that, Flames?" I can practically feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"Don't- Don't act like you care when you just want to get even with me," I whip my head around and become surprised when I come face to face with him. It's no wonder I could feel his breath on my neck; he was crouching down behind me.

"I don't know what you want from me, but stop."

His eyes narrow behind his black mask, "Beg for me."

"What?" I startle.

What the hell did he say? BEG for him?

"I don't repeat myself, Flames. Although, with you, it's starting to happen more than I'd like." He leans forward, getting right in my face, "If you want me to stop, then beg for me."

What the HELL does he think he is? I don't beg for anyone! But, sweet biscuits, does his cologne smell good this close.

I blink and clear my irrational thoughts, "No," I could lick his mask since he's so close and he couldn't do anything.

He finally leans back, and opens his eyes as if raising an eyebrow in questioning under the mask, "No?" He stands up like it's the easiest thing in the world after squatting low to the ground, "Hmmm, then I'll see you at the party tonight," He turns around his hands in his pants pockets, but stops before walking. "Oh! I do hope you'll be dressed and ready by the time comes."

With that, his giant perfect ass walks away.

Fucking bitch. Why does he have to have a perfect ass and be an asshole? It's unfair.