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the girl who had saved my life had actually meant to. What a
fucking bitch! Trust me Jo Jo, I could
find a hundred women like you, better than you even, who would
gladly grovel at my feet and lick my toes for a chance to be with
me.
We locked eyes for
several moments. Fire seemed to ignite and erupt within her as
well, her cheeks blazing hot. The room got quiet around us and I
could hear her heart thump wildly. I suddenly wondered if she
preferred a challenge over just being lusted after. Some girls were
bitches, that was a given, some girls liked to be controlled and
told what to do, and some just liked the thrill of the fight. I was
beginning to think I knew which category Joanna fell into. It all
made sense now.
My resentment faded, and my hands slowly
started to detach themselves from her desk. In one smooth motion, I
reached up to stroke her flushed cheek.
She met my advance with an icy stare, not
backing down. Fueled earlier by the blatant disrespect of her
brashness, I returned her glare, but now I was understanding she
simply liked a little pain with her pleasure.
“Ah, Jo Jo, you'll come around,” I said
reassuringly. I gave her a knowing smile and winked before
returning to my seat. My heart more than skipping a tap dance of
excitement in my chest. The teacher returned only seconds later,
squashing any chance of more foreplay. I stole a glance back at
Joanna, barely hearing the teacher's announcements about next
week's test. What did I care anyway? Mike was taking care of that
one for me.
I watched Joanna's delicate body tremble
through her green sweater, wondering anxiously if she was thinking
of me as she hugged herself. I licked my lips again at the thought
of tasting the sweetness of her skin through that shudder. I could
hardly contain my smile.
I told you, Jo, we were
meant to be.

 
     
     
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“Hahahaha!!!” I laugh hysterically
squeezing and tearing at the sides of my head, trying to swallow
the thick disgust stuck deep in my throat as I catch a glimpse at
my seemingly normal reflection.
“I sure showed that bitch, huh?!” I scream
and laugh again into the dark foggy air around me, getting no
response other than my own cackling.
What a fool I actually was.
From this point I can't decide whether to
keep howling like a hyena until I cease to exist or swallow these
candy ass feelings and embrace the demon.
    Who am I kidding? I want
this shit to happen. I want to relive all of it, each and every
horrid memory. I want to feel pain. I want to feel something! I want to feel on top
again. I want to be the fucking King of the World!
I am the king.
No one is equal to me.
No one.
Jo Jo could have been....
“Fuck you, Bitch,” I murmur under my breath
as my insides float on a sea of self satisfaction, covering up any
and all shame that dared to surface.
Let's face it, sometimes I am the bad guy.
A damn good one, too. I just have to own up to the fact that I like
it.

 
     
     
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“It smells like nerds in
here.”
“That's what intelligence smells like. I'm
not surprised it's foreign to you.”
    Mike and I both turned to
see him standing
behind the large wooden desk. My stomach churned at the thought of
having to see his cocky little face after yesterday's encounter. I
sucked in a large breath of air. He was not better than
me!
“Carter, you..,” Mike started forward, fist
ready. I grabbed his arm, shaking my head that this was not the
time nor the place.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I
growled.
“I could ask you the same question, but I
just assume you got lost. Daddy's GPS not working? I think the
strip club is on the other side of town. This is the library. I
work here,” he snapped back.
My lips tightened into a thin angry line,
my teeth grinding furiously against themselves as I tried to keep
my cool.
“Ballsy, Carter. You a fucking comedian
now? I'd love to see how funny you are when I'm kicking your teeth
in,” I snarled, stepping closer.
    “Keep your cool, Conan.
This is a