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Kiara's Pov:

I walked out of my second class for the day, running my hands through my hair. There was still some blotches of paint stuck on my skin or attached to my hair. I couldn't wait to get home and take a long hot shower.

I looked forward and suddenly turned around, walking back towards where I came from. I did not want to deal with Ms. Henderson right now. She was my extra arts teacher who is supposed to write one of my recommendation letters for an internship after this year. She was one heck of a lady, always watching me like a hawk like I was going to murder a pigeon. Hate was an understatement to what she felt for me. She resented me so much and I still had no idea why. Her sole mission was to make my college life miserable.

I looked over my back, watching her enter the professor's restroom. I sighed in relief just before bumping with a wall. A wall in middle of the hallway? I looked up to find gray blue eyes staring right back at me.

oh you gotta be kidding me.

"I need to leave. Move," I said and tried to walk away. "And if I don't?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

I blew on my nails and tilted my neck up to look at him, "You're boring me," I said. His gaze was stuck on my exposed neck. Why was he staring at my neck like that? I subconsciously covered my neck with my hand and watched his eyes snap back to mine.

Passing him an icy glare, I noticed the small amount of students watching us intently. Nobody really cared about one another but everyone did care about Xavier. After all, he was the most popular guy here. They treated him as if he was some type of king.

"Go back to whoring around with one of your call girls. I do not have time for you" I said and tried to walk away and yet again I was stopped by a hard grip on my wrist. He cocked his head to the side. "At least people actually want me. More than I could say about you," he looked ready to murder. And his first victim was me.

"Unlike you, I do not want validation from others to keep myself satisfied and happy" this made him drop my wrist and move closer. Way too close. My breathing heightened as flashes of last night flew back. The erupting feeling of butterflies in my stomach reached their peak and I felt as though I would throw up right there, on his chest. That wouldn't be so bad, I couldn't help but think and my lips quirked up.

He confusedly stared at me, probably wondering about my sudden mood change. I shrugged and watched him take another step towards me. I hastily looked around us to see about 10-15 people staring at what his next move might be.

He surprised us all by putting his hands on my shoulder and pushing me towards the empty classroom. I was roughly shoved in while he stood at the door. I watched his defined back flex as he looked over the students standing.

"Scram," he said nonchalantly. I watched the cluster scatter away in groups. He turned towards me and closed the door, walking inside.

Click.

Oh he locked the door. I thought and visibly gulped. He stalked towards me like a predator toward its prey. He stopped right when he was a few inches from my face. I was standing against the table in the front, it's where I usually sit.

In a moment, I was roughly hoisted up by his hands that groped my bottom and was sitting on the table. My breath was caught in my throat as his lips descended on mine.

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We pulled away panting like pigs. Well, not him but I sure looked like a pig. Our bodies were still wrapped around each other. My legs wrapped tightly around his hips, him standing between my legs, his hands in my hair while mine rested on his broad shoulders.

His lips were swollen and red, his hair as messy as ones could get. I was sure that I looked the same just not as godly as he looked.

I watched him lean forward. He stopped inches away from my ear. "So, should I call you Kiara or my call girl?" He whispered in his oh, so seductive voice before pecking my jaw and walking out of the room.

I stared at the open door with my lips still parted open in frustration and confusion. When what he meant by call girl dawned upon me my jaw dropped even more.

He had been mocking my previous words, "Go back to whoring around with one of your call girls"

My stomach made a weird sound. I told myself that it was from the degradation and annoyance, nothing else. I took a few minutes time to calm my crazily beating heart before doing my walk of shame.

I ran a sleek hand through my hair, straightening them and licked my lips. I slowly walked out of the room. I had missed my third and last class of the day. I hurriedly rushed towards my car and got in, ignoring the pair of eyes which were stuck on my back. It didn't take a genius to know who. I started the car and turned on the air conditioner. It had been at least 15 minutes and I still felt hot all over my body. My thighs could still imagine his hands trailing over and him tugging on my brown locks aggressively to pull my face impossibly closer to his.

I started driving back to my apartment, scared that I might crash the car just because his perfectly sculpted face wasn't leaving my mind. I couldn't even explain how bad I wanted to pummel his face until it starts bleeding because he referred to me as his call girl but at the same time I had this intense urge to grab his face and glue my lips to his. I hated this feeling so much more than him.

I parked my car and pressed the elevator button to my floor. Being the immature girl I am, I pressed all the other buttons before exiting the elevator while giggling devilishly.

I walk into my apartment and head straight to my room after grabbing an apple. I sit on my bed, munching on the fruit while thinking about the events of today. I groan and remember the bits of dried up blue paint on my hair. I strip naked and head into the bathroom.

After taking a much needed warm shower, I step out and change into a black silk robe. I watch as my phone chimes, indicating a text. I hear Tia enter the apartment and open my door. She stuck her head in while yawning and greeted me before heading to take a nap.

It was eight in the evening. I had taken a rather long shower. I unlocked my phone and placed an order for a box of pepperoni pizza. I click on the text notification I had received earlier.

(italics is Xavier and italic underlined is Kiara)

Satan's Spawn: Goodnight, call girl!

Me: I am going to block you if you text me again and stop calling me that.

Satan's Spawn: Aw, you're no fun! Dream about me ;)

Me: I'm not sure that would be called a dream.

Satan's Spawn: What would it be called then?

Me: A nightmare. Night.

Satan's Spawn: You're way too desperate to get away from me. I'll see you tomorrow! Goodnight!

Me: You already ruined the night. Nothing is good about it anymore. Now shoo!

Satan's Spawn: And if I don't?

You will not be able to further contact this user.

I groan and fall back to my bed, just thinking about him makes me frustrated. I lean back in my bed and wait till the pizza arrives. This has been one of the most chaotic days.

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