Dinah Jane Imagines

Enemiez

Listen to Enemiez by Keke Palmer ft. Jeremih

DINAH'S P.O.V

I COULDN'T STAND that self centered, stuck up, pretentious little bitch. She made my life a living hell whenever our paths crossed, and unfortunately they always seemed to cross. Y/N Y/L/N was a trust fund baby that had never heard the words ‘no, wait, or never' before in her perfect life. Unbeknownst to me, our latest quarrel together would be one I'd never forget.

She walked into Mr. Graham's classroom after the bell rang one day, and once our eyes met, we both knew we'd been set up. “What the hell Mr. Graham? I might not be passing calculus, but I'm not an idiot." Her ice cold dark blue eyes narrowed in my direction as I scoffed and she pointed a finger at me as if I was the hired help who'd got caught giving herself a five finger discount.

“If this is some feeble attempt to get her to tutor me, you got me fucked up. I'm not working with that bitch."

“Miss Y/L/N, refrain from using vulgar language at once or you'll be retaking my class again next year whether you pass my final or not." The princess finally gets what she deserves. I wished I could record this moment.

“Mr. Graham, with all due respect, I can't help anyone that can't help themselves." I glared at Y/N as her gaze burned holes through the side of Mr. Graham's head and I found that despite how much of a cold hearted bitch she was, she wasn't ugly. She had dimples that protruded from her cheeks without a smile, tanned skin a shade lighter than mine, and an ass that was out of this world. She was still a major asshole though.

“I can't help anyone that doesn't want to be helped," she mocked me. “Get real freak, if any of us in this room needs help... you know what? I apologize Dinah. I shouldn't have insulted you like that and I realize it was very disrespectful. Can we call a truce?" Oh this trifling heffer was good. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.

Mr. Graham looked at me expectantly and I forced a small smile on my face. “Fine, I'll tutor you. No child Left behind right?"

“Good, I'll leave you two to it then," Mr. Graham grabbed his briefcase and walked towards the door. “Thanks for resolving this issue so compliantly ladies. I have a faculty meeting to go to, I'll be back in an hour."

As soon as Mr. Graham walked out of his classroom and his footsteps descended down the hallway, Y/N and I met each other halfway before kissing and grabbing at each other in an angered frenzy of lust and hatred for one another. There was no denying that I'd caught Y/N staring at my crotch on more than one occasion, and I knew from common sense that she wore those tight fucking spaghetti strapped tops that made her tits look like heaven just to see me squirm.

“You gonna fuck me with that thing or not? We only have an hour." She panted as my teeth sunk into the side of her neck, surely leaving harsh, red and purple marks on her delicate skin. I wanted her to remember my touch, my bite, and the way I felt long past after we stepped out of this room.

“God Dinah, not so hard dammit," she whined, pushing me away to remove her shirt. I slapped her hand away as she went to unbutton her shorts and pressed her body against Mr. Graham's desk. “I wont even be able to cover these before we leave."

“Good," I smirked, leaving even more marks across her heavenly body. Such a beautiful body for such an uptight bitch. “Let the world know the girl you seemingly can't stand fucks and bites the shit out of you. Turn around and bend over." I unzipped my jeans and hastily removed her shorts and panties, smacking the thick expanse of her ass that jiggled and danced for me.