"Cause you stop my heart. I can't focus on anything."—Melanie Fiona.
Opening Theme Song: 'You Stop My Heart' by Melanie Fiona.
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Blaze
"I am almost there, Blaze."
A breathless whisper drags me from my idle gazing at the ceiling as Melissa Jones rotates her hips against my groin, her thick black hair perched onto one side of her neck.
The golden sun rays pouring through the cream curtains glistens on her wet skin as she bites her plump lips in satisfaction. Shooting me a seductive smile that is immediately replaced with a face of pleasure, she lowers her lips to my neckline, to which I almost grimace. "I am so close."
I roll my eyes. Just cum already, good lord. I am starving and the campus cafeteria normally runs out of burgers at approximately one in the afternoon. This is taking up all my damn time.
She's shivering, moaning, riding her way to bliss, and I glance at my watch impatiently while she ventures wet, cringy kisses along my neck. Since her eyes are now closed, she has no idea that my groans are as fake as her rear.
12:55!
I hiss audibly and she lifts her head. Her movements are faster now and if she keeps this up, no doubt she will be fracturing my ribcage.
"Did you just suck your teeth, baby?"
I force a smile. "Nope, that was a moan."
She beams. "Mm, really?" She throws her head back, circling her waists like the apparent professional she is. At this point, I am getting quite bored and my stomach is rumbling. My eyes dip to my watch again.
I:00pm!
Na-ah.
"I got to run," I say flatly, gripping her naked thighs and throwing her off me. She falls backward off the bed with a yelp and I open my eyes wide, hiding a laugh.
Shit.
Her face scrunches up in confusion and she rubs the back of her head while climbing back onto the bed. She watches me get up with a crinkled nose. "Where are you going, Blaze?"
"The cafeteria," I reply blankly as I push a leg into my jeans, balancing on one leg like a professional acrobat. "I am hungry."
She gapes.
"Want something?" I ask, but not caring for a reply as I pull my arms through the sleeves of my white T-shirt, dragging it over my head. I frown when I see her thick lipstick stain on my sleeve and I tug at the hem, scrutinizing the red mark. "Damnit..."
She narrows her eyes at me while gnawing on her lip disapprovingly. "I can't believe that we were just having sex and you had food on your mind the entire time. Gosh, the rumors are true. You're an asshole."
I roll up the sleeve to hide the mark while giving her a pink lopsided smirk. "Well then, I'll see you around, yeah?"
I begin to move toward the door as she frowns. "That's all you have to say?"
I turn to look at her, walking backward as I wave my hands around, gesticulating. "All of this. Too much estrogen, I can't handle the emotional breakdown of women. Prefer not to stay in here a moment longer for it to happen."
"You're a dick."
"Better to be a dick than a pussy."
"Ugh!"
I chuckle as I turn toward the door, hearing the sheet ruffles as she gets down, desperately mincing behind me. She sticks her head out the door, her naked body hiding behind the white paint-chipped walls. "Can we do this again?"
"Mm. Maybe." I barely glance over my shoulders and she scowls, her eyes opening wide when she spots her boyfriend coming up the hall.
I laugh, looking back at her but the door is already slamming close as she quickly returns inside. Damn, I should have stayed in there a minute longer.
Her boyfriend—Leo (no, definitely not Leonardo DiCaprio)—is a nerdy-looking guy with receding hairline and a weird stubble on his chin that more looks premature than manly. I cannot seem to understand why he keeps wearing these fake-ass loafers with white and grey diamond socks. He looks like a background extra in a 90's film; the type of irrelevant cast members whose only duty is to casually cross the street, so that the scene appears busy.
The reason I just slept with his girlfriend isn't solely because she kept secretly eyeing me since the first year but mainly because her boyfriend hates me for reasons that apparently only he knows, and perhaps one of them is the fact that I have all the girls here in the palm of my hands, whilst he has to spend his entire allowance on roses and bouquets, holding Prada bags and Gucci shoes just to get laid. I won't apologize for having a deceptively sweet tongue and it's certainly not my fault that he's unaware that this is the 21st century.
"Hello, Leo." I swing him a triumphant smirk and he narrows his eyes at the ominous greeting as I stroll on past him. I hum a tune under my breath as I continue my journey down the hall, pleased with the fact that I am now aware of the type of undergarments his girlfriend wears. What better revenge is there?
Admittedly, I can be quite vindictive and massively manipulative most of the time—the remnant moments are when I want something from someone and it requires me to be on my best behavior to acquire that which is sought after.
I've grown up having my way the majority of the time that if I don't get it, I'll go to extensive measures to change that fact. Extensive can range from mild, to cunning, to sinister, to dangerous.
I am obsessed with control and the need to possess anything I lay my eyes on. If I don't attain it—and this happens once out of a hundred—then Lucifer breaks free from the feeble cages within me. I am fucking twisted. I am aware of that.
Leo stops and turns his head to watch me curiously, and feeling his beady brown orbs on me, a smirk creeps its way onto my lips.
He's sure looking for trouble, isn't he? I'll give it to him.
I wave a hand in the air. "By the way, tell your girlfriend thanks for the sex!"
Biting back a smirk, I can only imagine how electrocuted he looks right now. He begins to yell a stretch of profanities in a rage, but I am laughing too hard to care. I'd sleep with his girl every day if this is the amusing reaction I would receive.
"You asshole, you little fucker, you won't get away with this! You will pay for touching my girl, you psychotic son of a bitch!"
I laugh hard as I swing around, pointing to my throat. "You'll damage your windpipe. Calm down."
He's fuming and I can almost see little red smokes coming out of his ears. The sight is humorous and entertaining as I shake my head and turn around, disappearing around the hall.
•• Harmony "And here we are, that's it. Homewood University. Gosh, I am so proud of you, Harmony." My mom reaches over to press a kiss to my head, and I smile softly. High school is over and here I am, about to embark on a brand-new period of my life. I have been academically preparing for this day for at least half of my existence, yet I am still not mentally prepared. I hate changes, and although I understand that they are inevitable I still cannot shake off the huge wad of anxiety coursing through me. Homewood University is enormous. It is oddly parklike with drowsy red-brick walls that appear quite intimidating. The lawn is beautifully green but that large fountain in the center, with that statue rese
“I’ve never fallen from quite this high. Falling into your ocean eyes.” —Billie Eilish. Chapter Theme Song: ‘Ocean Eyes’ by Billie Eilish. •• Harmony My skin glows red, orange, and gold as the flames of the blazing bonfires rise toward the pitch-black sky. The woody fragrance of smoke propagates through the air and the warmth of the fire can be felt but is still not enough to overthrow the chilly night air. Loud music vibrates the dusty earth as ashen debris steadily travel away from the smoke and among the socializing university students. Everyone here seems to know each other, though most of them are first years. The setting is crowded and not my style at all, and I can’t help feeling tiny and out of place. This feels like a party instead of an orientation. Needless to say, I am gravely uncomfortable. I am about to make a U-turn and return to my dorm when April speaks from n
** Harmony “Change the music, idiots!” James bellows toward the DJ section and the music switches to a more upbeat one almost instantly. “Is this a party?” The question leaves my lips before I even realized, and everyone pulls their gazes to me. Attention. I hate attention.Why did I ever open my mouth? “No, it’s not Harmony.” April chuckles. “This is just what Homewood’s orientation looks like.” “Yeah, we’ll begin in a few.” James flashes me a charming smile. I nod shyly and drop my gaze in hopes that everyone will now shift their focus away from me. I hate the spotlight so much. “Are you a freshman?” A smoky voice sounds among us and I glance up, noticing that the smooth tone belongs to Blaze. I swallow uneasily. He makes me feel intensely weird. My eyes travel over everyone. The girls are watching him steadily while James has a faint smirk on his face as he rubs his lips.
“All the good girls go to hell. ’Cause even God herself has enemies. And once the water starts to rise and heaven’s out of sight, she’ll want the devil on her team.”—Billie Eilish. Chapter Theme Song: ‘all the good girls go to hell’ by Billie Eilish. •• Harmony The day has dawn crisp and bright, as the sun drips its yellow yolk through the open window, covering the room with its soft orange hue. I open bleary eyes to regard the clock sitting on the wooden table next to me. 7:05 am. I have class at eight and I’d hate to be late for my first lecture, so although my eyes are heavy and I feel like I’ve been running a thousand miles per hour, I have to gather the strength to get up. I knew attending that orientation-partythingylast night was a bad idea. Feeling lethargic on your first day isn’t something you’d want to start the term with. I’ve been able to over
•• Blaze “April!” I mewl dramatically, throwing my arms around her neck from behind as she stands in line to collect her food. “The canteen is out of burgers.” She rolls her eyes and wriggles away from my embrace. “You and your burgers. Why don’t you just become a burger and eat yourself?” “I’ve got girls to do that for me.” I smile, then turn my attention to the lady behind the counter who has been serving our lunches for two years now. She looks about thirty and her hair is always hidden with a black hairnet. The large apron hides her matured figure, but I can tell she has a remarkable one beneath the white fabric. “Good morning, Pat.” I rest my elbows onto the counter, raising my eyebrows while staring into her face. Her cheeks become noticeably rosy, but she pretends to be annoyed, rolling her eyes as she stirs the pot of Mac and Cheese. I do this every lunch period and she never drops the facade. It’s alr
"You picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out."—Chase Atlantic. Chapter Theme Song: ‘Swim’ by Chase Atlantic. •• Harmony “He drank from your straw?” April puts a black dress, draped on a hanger, over her form as she stands in front of the mirror, cocking her head to the side contemplatively. The dress looks extremely skimpy and leaves nothing to the imagination. The sleeves are laced-covered, and the cleavage and back area are widely low-cut. One bad shift and her chest will be displayed for the whole world to see. She seems to be going somewhere, and I solemnly hope she does not try to drag me along like last night. I am not up for meeting anymore handsome, creepy boys. It is as if my words have just sunken it as she turns to look at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. “He drank from your straw?!” I nod.Well, welcome back to e
•• Blaze “Oh, Shit!” I laugh, as Cole spits out alcohol onto the hard table, unable to keep it down as liquid flows through his nostrils. I shift away from the surface of puke as the brunette on my lap shakes her head in disgust. “I give up, I give in,” he says between breaths, and my lips spread in a grin. “I can see that. My money.” I stretch my hand out, and he sighs, digging into his trousers with a pained face. James stands next to me, laughing his face off whilst awfully chewing on a straw. Would you believe me if I told you that I hate being here, at this party, around all these people? I can’t pinpoint one person in this room that I genuinely like. James is alright, but I can’t feel that brotherly love that other people feel for their bros. My heart is just void, and all I can think about right now is how this brunette’s rear is pressing the life out of my dick. “You sons of bitches should know that yo
•• Harmony I place my pencil and crayons down, pleased with what I have produced. It has been a while since I have exercised the talent, so I am appalled that my skills are still the same. I smile to myself as I tilt my head, staring proudly at the accurate piece. I intended to draw just a pair of blue eyes, but now Blaze’s entire upper body is on the paper. My photographic memory has saved his image so clearly in my head and I could not resist the urge to carve more than just his eyes. It’s scary how precise the illustration is, that I can feel butterflies gathering around in the pit of my stomach. I stare into the eyes of the sketch, my cheeks becoming flammable once again. “Don’t let him near you” “You will regret it” I flash my head. Drawing an image of him does not mean that I am interested in him. I am sure. Now that I’ve proven to myself that my talent is still present, I shoul