Hurricane of Fire
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  • Reads 109
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 22m
Ongoing, First published Jun 30, 2020
Mature
Hurr (short for Hurricane and no, it's not her real name) is, as they say, a bad girl. Tatts all over her body, more piercings in her ears then it should be allowed, combined with the black hair, the attitude and a frequent cigarette on her lips, she's  the definition of trouble. Lots of day drinking, of course, but besides the job of doing ilegal tattoos on drunk college kids, her favorite sport (and principal income) is fighting on the basements of her college campus. Kasai, on the other hand, is the perfect opposite. She's calm, doesn't drink or smoke, but likes a good fight. New in town, on her very first day of college she gets to know the underground of the campus, thanks to her roomie Ella, best friend (and ex) of Hurr. So in the middle of all that, new town, new college, friends and girls, Hurr starts to show some interest in Kasai and she has to deal with the hole package: drinking, fighting, crazy friends and a new friendship that might not be enough to take the hit.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.