Rules We Never Kept

Emil Rivers and Daemon Harrington never got along.
They didn't hate each other's guts. Not yet.

Emil didn't like being mean - unless someone brought out the mean in him, which was how he always put it. He liked to believe life was bright and a little stupid, that everything happened for a reason, that character development was inevitable and usually deserved.

Then junior year hit, and Daemon Harrington decided to be a bitch about everything - mildly offended by the dirt on his shoes, the air in the hallway, and anyone unlucky enough to exist near him. Emil took one look at that and decided, yeah, no character development for that asshole.

Something flipped after that. Daemon started swinging cigarettes between his lips like it was a personality trait, snapping at teachers, glaring at people who breathed too loud. Emil noticed - mostly because Daemon brought out the worst in him.

Just because the lighting's good today, Emil thought, doesn't make your attitude any better you discksack.

For an entire year, Daemon dragged the bad out of him. And all Emil wanted now, in senior year, was to graduate, get into med school, and never think about Daemon Harrington again.

Unfortunately, Daemon had other plans.

"Princess."

"Don't call me that."

"But you're so pretty I want to rip your clothes off."

"Sucks for you."

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
There's gonna be smut. Blood. Trauma. Toxicity. Cursing.
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