Tormented

Chapter 2

I follow behind Benedict as he makes his way to the library, taking a seat at a table big enough for a whole group of people. My hand rests of the back of the chair next to him and as I start to pull it out he stops me.

'What are you doing?' He asks with a scowl on his face.

'Sitting down?' I answering, speaking to him for the first time today.

'Not there.' He tells me, holding on the back of the chair so I can't sit down next to him.

'Okay then...' I mutter to myself as I take the seat a little further down.

I pull my textbooks out of my bag and dump them on the table before looking over to Benedict to see how he wanted to do this. But he doesn't look up from his phone as he types away on it, ignoring me.

'So...' I start to say.

'I'm sure you've got this. Just put my name on the top.' He tells me, not looking away from his phone.

I let out a laugh of disbelief at what he was saying. There was no way in hell I was going to do the work of two people and then put his name on the top when he contributed zero percent. I bet he bargained on my fear of him that I would just do the work no questions asked, but my hatred outweighed my fear as I stood up from the table and gathered my books.

'You can rot in hell.' I seethe though my teeth. 'Do your own work.' I tell him as I turn to leave the room but before I can put any space between us, his hand shoots up and grabs my wrist, pulling my arm out from under my books, causing them to fall to the floor.

'Sit down.' He tells me with a blank expression on his face.

'I'm not doing all the work.' I tell him as I look back down at him.

'Fine.' Is all he says as he drops my wrist and turns back in his seat.

I stare at the back of his head with his perfectly styled Brunette hair. I glare at him for a second before letting out a breath I didn't realise I was holding in before bending down to pick up my books. I let them slam on the table next to him, annoyed he didn't even attempt to help me pick them up when it was his fault they fell to the floor.

'Shhh.' A librarian hissed, making me realise there were other people in the room besides us.

'Just sit down CC.' Benedict tells me.

'CC?' I huff, not sure what he was talking about.

'Short for Charity case, now that I'll be forced to talk to you more.'

'Great...' I reply sarcastically, annoyed I fell for the trap.

I mean, I really should have been able to work it out if I wasn't so stuck on having to work with him.

'I'd rather you just call me Char if we have to work together for the next year.' I tell him as I flick through one of the books we'll need for our assignment.

'I bet you would.' He tells me as he continues to text on his phone.

'Seriously?' I bark at him, my eyes flicking down at the mobile in his hands.

He just gives me a look as he lets the phone slip through his fingers, letting it smack against the hard wood of the table. I see the librarians eyes flip up to see what the noise was, but when she see's it was Benedict she just looks back down, not wanting to hush him.

'Unbelievable.' I shake my head at her in disbelief before noticing the small smile playing on Benedict's lips.

I didn't want to have to be here, I didn't want to have to work with him, or be in the same room, But the longer we sat there in silence the more annoyed I got. It was clear he couldn't care less about this assignment, so for the sake of my academic career I decide to take the lead, just wanting to put an end to this as soon as possible.

'So...' I break the silence first, but the second the word slips past my lip he talks over the top of me.

'What do you want me to do?' He asks, looking at me.

'Other then leave me alone? Well, you can start with the intro and I'll research the first section for today.'

'Nah.' He grunts.

'What do you mean, Nah?' I ask, feeling myself getting more and more annoyed with him.

'I don't want to do the intro.' He shrugs his shoulders.

'Fine, I'll do the the intro, you do the research.' I tell him.

'Cool.' He says as he pulls a textbook out, highlighting directly into the book.

I scoff at him, but my displeasure goes completely ignored by him. I guess it never crossed his mind that I had to borrow my books from the library, where he could afford to just buy his, scribble on them and then throw them in the trash like they weren't worth hundreds of pounds.

'Stop staring at me and get to work.' He says without looking over at me.

I didn't realise I was until he called me out on it. I blink my eyes as I shake my head before looking back down at my own textbook.

'I wasn't.' I try to defend myself.

'Yeah, right.' He replies, with that obnoxious smile on his lips.

I mean I wasn't staring at him for any other reason then trying to work out what anyone saw in him. I just didn't get how someone like him had friends let alone a lone queue of girls, desperate enough to throw themselves at him for a quick fuck before he kicks them to the curb. It was a mystery to me. One that I wasn't in a rush to find the answer to.