Affliction | ✓

i| her | 1

summer, 2012

it wasn't love at first sight, things like that are a bit too much of an unrealistic cliche, so no, it wasn't love at first sight but when she first glimpsed at his tousled copper hair hidden behind a grey beanie, an angry expression painted on his sculpted face, she knew she had to have him, in a purely physical sense of that expression. she stared at him as he made his way to the back of the class and plopped on the seat, burying his head into his arms, clearly bored.

maybe she was stupid and crazy, maybe she just had a penchant for troubled people, a desire to fix the broken, because she got up from her seat and made her way to him.

"hey," she said, confident. hell, she knew she looked good and he was clearly good-looking as hell and nothing should stop them from totally hooking up.

he lifted his head up, lifting an eyebrow up. "can i help you?" he asks, looking a little annoyed.

so, he was an asshole as well as a hottie, she was digging this guy. "you're hot." she says, simply.

he rolls his eyes. "get the fuck away from me."

that should've been a clear enough indication that he had little to no interest in her at all but she was nothing if not persistent with just a little bit of crazy mixed in. she sat on his lap, unannounced and he would shove her away, albeit a little roughly; she bugged him constantly, she harassed him, more or less.

"it's not cute," her friend had told her. "being a crazy stalker bitch is not the way to schmooze into a dude's pants."

"um, hello? i have a tactic and he's into me, i can tell." she was stubborn and pretty damn stupid. her friends left her to her obsession with a mere shrug and she carried on with her desperate ministrations.

"hey," she whispered into his ear on a busy tuesday afternoon, at the library.

his shoulders immediately tensed. "what in god's name do you want, woman?"

"you, duh." she said, twirling her caramel hair around her finger as she gave him her classic 'bedroom-eyes', something that had no problem getting her laid before but this was like flirting with a brick wall and she was quickly getting bored with his total lack in response and enthusiasm.

not this time, though. his eyes visibly darkened and maybe she should've been terrified but it just seemed to suck her deeper in. she found herself leaning forward as his hand clasped around her wrist. the chair squeaked as he got up and pulled her forward, making his way to the supply closet situated at the end of the hall. he flipped her around and fucked her the way she wanted: hard, fast, painful. she should've felt dirty, to be treated like a common slut as he whispered angry little insults, telling her how much she irritated him, how much he hated her.

she was a freak, she totally got off on it; the degrading, the humiliation. it seemed to pull her in further, making her go just a little bit more insane. when he was done, he pulled the condom out, zipped his pants up and left, without as much as a second glance at her. she didn't feel anything except a strong sense of satisfaction. she was stupid, unbelievably so.

they fucked often after that, quickies between classes, late night booty calls in one of their apartments, dingy rest rooms in clubs. she was certain that her feelings were all over the place and she was falling deeper down into a hole that she probably wouldn't be able to dig herself back up from but she was a little bit of masochist, always up for hurting herself in numerous ways, not purely physical.

she hadn't seen him with any other girl so sue her for feeling just a little bit attached, for holding on to him just a little bit tighter as he thrust harder, deeper, faster into her. he continued fucking her like he was hurting her but she enjoyed the pain, craved it almost but sometimes (a rarity) he would pull her close, kiss up her thighs, mumble about how beautiful she was as he went slow and her heart fluttered so hard that she thought she might die.