Kiara's Pov:

"Fuck," I hissed out and rubbed the sore spot on my forehead. I was sitting in the nurse's room. Xavier took a seat on the white bed in front of me, wearing one of his devilish smirks.

Me, being the definition of stupid I am, thought it would be hilarious to push Xavier into the large trashcan which sits besides the lockers. As soon as I moved to push his hard body, his godly reflexes made him move away and made me drop face first into the open trashcan. I grimaced thinking about the image of my upper half body fully submerged in the trashcan while those standing around me laughed.

Karma is a real thing.

A professor crossing by saw our state, or so Xavier says and ordered him to take me to the nurse's room to get me checked out for any concussions etc. I tried to argue but thought against it when my head started throbbing. I had hit the trashcan with a pretty loud noise.

The nurse had left me with an ice pack and nothing else. These are even worse than High school nurses. I rolled my eyes at the thought. They think ice packs are the answer to every single problem. Who made them nurses?

"What the hell are you staring at?" I asked rudely when I caught the boy staring at me with amused eyes. He was finding enjoyment in my misery? Pathetic. I thought to myself. Oh, please! You practically jump in happiness when something bad happens to him. I dismiss that thought when I realize that's how I act.

"Nothing much," he said, still staring at my forehead. I squirmed, feeling insecure and uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. He walked towards my bed which was just at a distance of two feets from the one he was sitting on. He leaned down, his hand raising to cup my cheek.

"Okay! As hot as this is, I don't think we should be making ou-" my voice was cut off when I felt his index finger press into my forehead. "I was just staring at this hideous purple bruise" I moved back with a small scream. "What the fuck, Xavier!" I kicked his thigh. I was aiming for something else but he moved away just in time.

I turned my head towards the mirror in front of the bed to analyze my forehead and he was right. A disgusting purple bruise was forming on my forehead, it looked like it would leak pus if someone touched it.

"What were you going to say?" I heard him ask from behind, now taking a seat beside me. "What?" I sighed and sat on the bed cross-legged, keeping my head low.

"Don't play dumb" he answered back. I pulled out my phone, seeing a few texts from my cousin. I hum in response, not bothering to answer Xavier and open my cousin's messages.

"I'm bored" Xavier claimed randomly, making me roll my eyes. "There's the door, leave" I pointed towards the door, not moving my eyes from my phone where three small dots indicating that he Nick, my cousin, was typing appeared. He was just making sure I still wanted to be the bridesmaid for his fiancé.

His fiancé, Jacqueline was the sweetest human ever and always helped her with her boy problems. "What the fuck are you doing?" He said in a snappy tone, making me turn my head up to look at him. I tilted it to the side, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "In your phone. What are you doing?" He pointed towards my phone with an annoyed tone. He was clearly getting agitated now and I didn't wanna make him worse.

"None of your damn business. Now stop acting like an attention starved kid" I looked back at my phone, replying with a 'sure' and turning it off. So much for not making him worse. Within a few seconds my phone was out of my hands, thrown somewhere on the bed and my wrists in a lock. I felt his heavy body move up and I was pushed on the bed, my back facing his front as my stomach pressed onto the uncomfortable bed. "Get off!" I groaned but it came out muffled sounding more like, "Wet goff"

"You love to get on my nerves, don't you?" He asked but I didn't answer back because I was sure that we both, no cross that, everyone knew the answer to that. Yes in all capitals!

His hand wrapped around the back of my throat, pushing me more into the bed. All this suffocation was making me sweaty and my throbbing head didn't help. He applied more pressure onto my neck before leaving it. "Next time I talk to you, reply without me having to repeat myself." He said in a demanding tone. Damn, that was hot.

"Your presence irritates me," he said out of nowhere. Then leave! I wanted to yell at him but decided against it. We spent a few short minutes just pressed against each other. More like him holding me hostage under him but same thing. I sighed when I felt a hard thing poke my backside. "I have an ugly bruise on my forehead and I'm sweating like a pig but somehow you're still horny?" I asked incredulously. He chuckled and stood up, shrugging. He picked up his leather jacket he had thrown on the bed and hung it on his shoulder giving him the rugged bad boy look.

"Men," I mumbled under my breath when I heard him exiting and the nurse entering the room. She wrote me a slip and let me go. I refused to walk back into lectures and be the laughing stock so I just made my way back home, stopping on the way for some ice cream. I turned towards the park, noticing an oddly familiar boy mashed against a ginger girl. I turned away bitterly. Man whore. I thought and threw my half eaten rocky road ice cream, losing my appetite.

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