Castielle
Bruh. If kissing this guy (a guy so hot I was practically melting at his sight) meant I would be losing my sanity, imagine doing the dirty with him?
I'd probably be borderline psychotic. Like damn, Mr. Piercing, you sure turn girls crazy with your soft lips.
Those were all in my head, of course. I was too busy liplocking to form any coherent sentence. The man who had opened the door is all but invisible to me and my kissing partner, both of us too caught up with battling tongues.
Hmm. I never thought I would be able to kiss an American. They're so hard to reach these days.
"That's nice, Eric."
We both pulled away from each other, looking 'shocked' at Mr. Handsome as he spoke dryly. Well, I was shocked. Eric was simply looking annoyed at the fact that he interrupted our make out session.
Upon seeing me, Mr. Handsome's expression turned to one of recognition, "You're the girl on one of the interrogation rooms. I see you're out of your weird-coloured shirt."
"Yeah." I smiled, sheepishly looking at Mr. Piercing as he pieced two and two together. Sigh. Why did all good things come to an end?
"I knew you opened the fucking cell." Eric snarled, looking like he wanted to bash Mr. Handsome's face in.
"Disgusting, Eric." Mr. H, in return, coiled back, "Don't tell me you were doing a foreplay and I disturbed you?"
"You little shit--"
And I was off to merryland. Just imagine two delectable guys fighting for you. Muscles rippling with every strong punch, sweat dripping down with every hard move, bloody yet still kissable lips. Yum.
"Hey!" I snapped back to reality after realising that both hot guys were now looking at me, one worried, the other seething.
I was sure you know which was which.
"Yes?" I smiled a pretty smile, batting my eyes to the point that it looked like they were having cramps, "Aww. Were you two worried? It's fine, mates. I'm fucking dandy."
Mr. Piercing looked like he was ready to blow my brains out with a gun. Mr. Handsome looked like a fish out of water. I furrowed my eyebrows. What'd I do?
When the god of knowledge finally decided to bless me, my eyes almost bulged out of my head. Damn it, I spoke with my Aussie accent. Four's going to find out that--
"You're an outsider."
I swear, Eric's veins just popped.
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Mr. Piercing
FanfictionDISCONTINUED Castielle Thorne was sarcastic. She was witty. She was hot-headed. She was a smart-ass. But most of all, she lived beyond the fence. She was an outsider. Eric Coulter was cruel. He was cold-hearted. He was bossy. He was rude. But most o...
