They were never supposed to want each other. What started as tension turned into obsession - a love born from anger, pride, and everything they tried to hide. Between silence and confession, hate and hunger blur into one truth: sometimes the heart craves what it should despise.

"Hey! Wait up! We've been socializing for a while, you know that right?" He hummed in response and continued walking with his head down, avoiding eye contact or physical contact with anybody. "And I don't know your name, but you already know that I like you and all," I continued but caught the shy boy's attention. He looked at me quizzically wondering if it was some type of joke. My breath hitched as I caught myself in a trance as I stared into those dark gray eyes of his. He raised an eyebrow and smirked snapping me out of it. I blushed before hesitantly asking. "What do I call you?" "Call me possessive," ***trigger warning sexual abuse***

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"Am I supposed to be afraid of you, sir?" I asked, making eye contact with him through the mirror in front of us. The knowledge that he couldn't actually hurt me just fueled my need to push his buttons. "For your own well being, Kassie, maybe you should be." He scrunched his nose up in a funny way and I noticed a slight sparkle in his eye. He found this just as amusing as I did. 'That was kinda hot.' I thought to myself. 'Bitch stop there's a gun pressed against your head right now.' ~~~~ undaunted : not intimidated or discouraged by difficulty, danger, or disappointment. ~~~~ thank you so much to @a1exaaa on here for helping me with a cover!

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