Purple || Color Series - 1

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Alicia didn't specifically enjoy the way Killian, her boyfriend, stuck his tongue aggressively down her throat. Neither did his palms on her ass feel desirable at that specific moment in time. Regardless, she liked the feeling of being the object of his affection. She liked the way his arms reached for her whenever they were together. She found beauty in the way his lips grasped a cigarette, in the way that smoke curled around his sharp jaw. He was a man, a real one; and he wanted her.

Nothing beat the feeling of being sprawled out on the couch together and smoking a joint, letting all of their inhibitions evade them. The sex wasn't bad either. All of this together, Alicia knew she loved him; but in what way, she didn't know.

School was the necessary evil that tore them apart every weekday... well most of them anyways. Alicia was, in the school's words, a 'habitual truant'. Whatever that standardized bullshit even meant. She wasn't one to worry about the future. She knew it would come one way or the other, so why stress about what's inevitable.

Killian dropped her off every morning, of course giving her a lengthy goodbye kiss. This particular day, they were lip locked when a cop decided to be an asshole. Killian held Alicia tight as she startled, and they sent a angry glare towards the officer. Alicia seemed to come to a realization and calmed significantly, even giving the cop a flirty gaze. Killian didn't like the way his girlfriend was always around other guys, but he let most incidents go, knowing that she was simply a free spirit.

This time though, he felt jealousy grip him tightly.

"Did you fuck him to get out of a ticket or something?" Killian casually asked, not cutting corners. Alicia gasped and smacked his chest lightly.

"Of course not! Don't be so vulgar," She teasingly ran her hands under his shirt and up his chest with a little grin.

"Sorry. I just never know with you, my little vixen," He pulled her against him and placed a light kiss on her forehead, then trailed his lips down the side of her face all the way to her neck.

Alicia let out a light moan and kept her arms tightly linked around his sturdy shoulders, her head in the crook of his neck. She loved when he showered her with affection. It reassured her of his feelings every time she felt him hardening against her stomach.

She held him and let him kiss her anyway he wanted, as long as he loved her she was his. A few minutes later the bell rang and Alicia felt alone as Killian hugged her good-bye once more, proceeding to smoothly step up into his car and rev away.

She didn't really have friends at school, didn't think she needed them. Nobody really understood her attitude anyway. Either that, or they were just jealous of her ability to get any boy she wanted; including their boyfriends.

Walking through the halls, Alicia felt all eyes on her. She knew that James had probably told the entire school what had happened the night before. She sighed, not bothering to care about the meaningless opinions of her fellow peers. Reaching her locker, she was certain she wouldn't miss a single one of them when she left after summer.

She caught a glimpse of a certain cop out of the corner of her eye and swiftly grabbed her books, slamming shut her locker and smoothly transitioning into step next to him.

"Hey, miss me?" She teased and Eliot kept his eyes straight forward.

"No more than you missed me, I'm sure," Alicia smiled, knowing that she at least had some part of him still intrigued by her. She made sure that their elbows touched as they walked down the crowded hallway, and she relished at the jealousy in many of other girl's eyes.

She was officially claiming him as hers and any other girl at the school who tried to seduce him would face hell fire. Alicia wasn't known for her sharing.. unless she was in the mood. But it was only ever on her terms, and it was rare she was in the generous mood to share any of her boys.