The second my mother walked out of the room I whacked Seth with my least favorite eyeshadow palette.
"Huh, what was that for?"
"You know what that was for."
His smirk only aggravated me more. I walked to my full length mirror to check to see if the dress covered up Seth's hickeys he left me. I wasn't exactly paying attention in the bathroom while he exposed me to him. There, a trail of two dark purple hickeys peaking through the neckline of my favorite dress.
"Oh come on Belle, I got to stake my claim some how. I mean your covering up my hickeys."
I was dabbing concealer on the spots as I scoff at his words.
"I'm not yours to claim."
Suddenly he's behind me gripping me to his body tightly and his mouth his on my neck. Sucking and biting, a small moan slips out of my lips as I struggle in his arms weakly.
"I think you missed a couple."
He whispers softly on my neck as I observe the work he did on my neck. Four new darker hickeys, which I knew my concealer would not be able cover.
"I thought you agreed to not touch me."
His eyebrow raised at my calm words.
"I agreed to keep the bikini area rules in mind, they're a lot of places that don't include that,"
His smirk only makes me groan as I rush to a box filled with my scarves. Grabbing a frilly yellow one I quickly wrap it around my neck.
"We should get going, wouldn't want to be late to school."
As soon as possible I needed to get out of his presence, he was intoxicating and my self control did not need a reason to go off the rail. My best friend had hundreds of girls, I refused to just be another notch. He rushed to me holding me to him and held me close.
His hands gripping my waist tighter drawing circles on my hips with his pointer fingers. His face was inches from mine and I suddenly felt the need to get more oxygen.
"Or we could stay in and I can fix your little virginity problem."
"My virginity isn't the issue here,"
"Your wish is my command my beautiful rose."
I pull his arms off one by one and suddenly realize I forget mascara.
"Get the car started Casanova, I've got to grab some mascara."
"You don't need any."
"Car."
"Fine, Miss grumpy pants, be quick."
I hear his retreating footsteps as I grab the black rectangular container of mascara from my drawer. Quickly I run out my door and down the steps to hear the revving of an engine.
A red convertible mustang comes in view from the staircase window and I roll my eyes. Of course he bought his dream car. After grabbing my back pack I call out goodbye to mom and slip on my yellow flats. As I head down the front steps I start to hum trying to ignore his piercing grey eyes.
Opening the passenger door I slip into the car and bounce my feet up and down as Seth shifts gears and backs out of the drive way. The second he's driving down the street his hand clamps on my thigh. Stilling my tapping, and my breath.
This time I decided to stay quiet about his actions and grabbed my phone out of my backpack. A small smile creeps onto Seth's face when he realizes I wasn't going to reprimand him.
Clicking the radio on I start to sing out of boredom, the pop song was catchy and stupid , but it was better than the incessant quiet that had invaded the car since we left the house.
To my surprise I hear the raspy familiar voice of Seth joining in. As we cruise into the schools parking lot we were belting the song at the top of out lungs roof down and the speakers blasting. As the last lines escape our mouths he slides into a parking spot as I break out into a fit of laughter.
As I come out of the car and our little bubble of solitude I realized half the parking lot was staring as if the world had gone purple. How had I not noticed that? Groups of brunettes some had blonde peaking through their roots, others red.
"Come on Belle, I'll take you to get your classes."
Seth grabs my hand as I try and ignore the glares of a clan of brunettes near an array of expensive looking cars. I rip my hand out off his grasp and follow him when I hear light gasps from the brunette squad.
Seth turns to me rolling his eyes as he motions to me to go through the door he had opened. Really though their was something off about this school.
"I think I just committed Quillwood highschool treason."
I rolled my eyes when we entered the front office Seth laughs at my joke. My god even if I looked at Seth the wrong way everyone was practically holding their breath for what I don't know. When I sat down to wait for Seth who was grabbing my schedule I realized what was so strange about this damn school. The second Seth placed the paper with my schedule, I looked up at him.
"Why the fudge is no one blonde here? Like all the girls I've seen are brunette. No hate and shade I mean I love brown hair, but what even is going on here."
Seth's laughter seems to only aggravate me more.I smack his chest and take the schedule and jog as far from his husky exuberance as possible. Once I was far enough away and leaning against a locker. Looking at my schedule I try my best to get a gage of where the heck I am in this maze of a school.
"By how fast you jogging I would have to guess you weren't running from Yolanda the front desk guru. "
Glancing up at the familiar sarcastic voice I breath a sigh of relief at the sight her midnight black hair.I thrust into her arms and squeeze her into a tight hug.
"Cassy, I had no idea how pretty your black hair was until this moment."
Her giggle made me pull back to give her some space.
"You must have seen the Brunette Tutnettes, as I like to call them. They make up about 7/8 of the school sadly."
"Do they dye their hair or something for some weird cult thing."
She rolls her eyes at me as if I'm stupid. Well I'm sorry if I don't understand why most of the population is joining the dark side of the hair spectrum.
"If you couldn't tell by the photos I showed you yesterday, Seth only fucks brunettes."
The light bulb finally went off in my head. That must be why he was interested in me, it all made sense now. I should just dye my hair and amend the issue. Looks like I just found the way to fix my Seth issue tonight.
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The Beast's Kryptonite
Werewolf"Mine." His low growl of possession took my heart and the fate of my panties. They were soaked through with arousal. Damn it. I stroked his face as he sniffed the air. I prayed he couldn't smell my body's reaction to his. His hand slipped from my wa...
