Dylan stood in front of Tessa, who's cigarette fell to the carpet with an audible thud. This could not be happening. A smirk was plastered across Dylans face, and Tessa branded disgust.
"What are you doing here, arsehole?" Tessa spat out. Smoke sparked from her clenched fists. She looked at Dylan and saw that there were two double beds that were situated on opposite sides of the room. Tessa couldn't believe what was happening, but Dylan on the other hand, was more than delighted that his plan worked.
Dylan slept with the receptionist's daughter and got her to get him the top room. Since it had been reserved since first year for Tessa, Dylan demanded that they somehow made it work. Dylan may be a hero, but everyone, a hero or not, can be manipulative. Someone's not all good, and Dylan enjoyed watching the hatred pour out of Tessa's eyes.
"I'm going to murder you before we even finish school." Tessa hissed,
"If you can resist this hot bod." Dylan smirked, rubbing his hands down his chest. God. She hated him so fucking much.
"You totally planned this didn't you?" Tessa cocked her head sideways, her eyes widening as she noticed something, "And you fucking took the bigger wardrobe. What the actual fuck you, wanker!" She spat, turning around and storming out of the room, leaving Dylan feeling very successful.
'There was no way this was happening' Tessa reassured herself. Whispering it over and over again, in an attempt to make what she was saying actually true.
"I'm afraid it is, pumpkin." A voice whispered behind her ear.
"You're not allowed to call me that anymore."
"Says who? You don't control what I say?"
"Well. You'll regret it when you wake up one morning with no tongue in your mouth."
"Will that be because you fucked it out of my head when I was asleep. That's called sexual harassment you know..."
"You're so fucking gross." Tessa turned around and shoved him away. Dylan rustled his black tousles and gazed his blue eyes into Tessa's. Tessa was going to kill him.
All of Tessa's stuff took up more than half the room, which pissed Dylan off. While she finished unpacking her last box, Dylan laid on his bed, pretending to read a book but really watching her. He hated her so much but felt guilty about the way they ended. They never really- ended per say. He told her he'd come back for her, be there for her, even if they're never meant to be. They were the Romeo and Juliet of the school that everyone actually thought were a great couple. He promised he'd come back, and she waited. She waited so long, and her dreams were shattered when a photo was released in the newspaper of him kissing another girl.
When he came back, he wanted to explain, but after Tessa ignoring him for a week, too heartbroken. He left her to heal. He met her one night in the rain, and that night seemed to end them forever. Dylan hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did. He regretted it, but hated Tessa for what she said on that night. He couldn't find himself to forgive her harsh words and actions. He hated her for hating him. He also hated her for killing his puppy. What else should he have expected from a villain.
"You don't look the same." Dylan started off, hoping to get some communication going between them. "Maybe it's the fact that you're two years older. I'm not too sure."
Tessas blood was boiling. She was ready to blow after the events of today. She finished empty her box and threw the container onto the creme carpet. She stuffed a few items which had fallen onto the floor into her black wardrobe and replaced them with a bag. Fuck staying there tonight, Tessa decided.
"Where are you going?" Dylan asked, sticking his nose out of the book. Tessa stuck up the F finger before walking out of the room, and out of the apartment. If only she was walking out of Dylan's life forever.
She sat on the edge of the skyscraper, a new cigarette in her left hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other. Sometimes it's quite lonely, being more powerful than anyone you know. Sometimes Tessa wished she had a friend she trusted enough to go drinking near certain death. A lot of the time she liked to strip, and dance in her underwear along the roof, trying to allure some prey, like a siren of the city. She didn't want to go back there. She COULDN'T go back there. His voice brought back memories of happiness and dark rooms. Intimacy and feelings that she didn't want to remember. It brought her too much pain.
Tessa wielded a knife which she slid from her boot. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and plunged it straight through her chest. The pain distracted her from the memories. She now had her own blood on her hands, and the innocence of her memories poured red, and only the darkness remained.
She couldn't let her guard down. Not in front of Dylan. Not now that she had nearly graduated.
She couldn't have feelings for anyone except sexual desure,
Because she was meant to be the most evil being on the planet.
And he was her opposition.
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I Like The Way You Hate Me
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