Fear Me

After The Fair

“WILLOW, WE HAVE to open the door,” she whispered as if they didn’t already know we were in here.
“No, we don’t. They will go away.”
“And when they catch us later?”
Dash continued to pound on the door so hard it sounded as if he were trying to break it down. The last thing I needed was to have to explain a broken door to my parents. “Fuck! Fine.”

Tomorrow, You're Mine Again... Pt. 2

GOD. WAS I really going to do this?
The sound of the basketball hitting the gym floor grew louder as I drew closer. He was in there. I could already feel his dark presence. The need to submit to fear was trying to overpower my stupidity.
The gym door stared back at me, and the cause of my problems was on the other side. I sucked in air and pushed through the doors in time to see him take a shot. The swish of the net was the only sound until the ball hit the court again.
I thought he would go after it, but he didn’t. He stood still and watched the ball bounce until it rolled away and still, he didn’t move.
His chest moved up and down, and from where I was, I could see the sweat running over his tan skin.
I wondered what was wrong with him until his head slowly turned and his gaze found mine.

Tomorrow, You're Mine Again... Pt. 1

I BLEW MY growing bangs from my eyes and peeked up at the front door for signs of Willow. I was anxious to show her the car my aunt had gifted me this morning for my sixteenth birthday.  Willow was usually my ride to school, but I loved having my own ride now.
It meant a quicker escape when he came around to torment me.

Library Stunts

WE WATCHED THEM for far too long—practically stalked them. I told myself I was only following Keiran’s lead, but I was more than turned on watching her read a fucking textbook as if she were giving me a strip tease.
“Oh, Willow, I almost forgot…” The pretty blonde Keiran was obsessed with reached into her bag and pulled out the bracelet I had made for Willow when I had no other way to express how I felt. “You left this in the locker room.”
She… what?
I watched her stare at the lavender and platinum piece as if I had handed her my beating heart before she turned away, disregarding it as if it were something from a gumball machine.  “I don’t want it. It’s meaningless.”
What the fuck did she just say?
“Don’t ever let me hear you say that shit again, angel.”