Chasity's POV-

I was hanging out with Antonio and I realized,

Where's Stefan.

"...then I had sex with them in an airplane and he fell out of it." He finished his story.

"Teaa but were they good?" I asked.

"I'm not going to answer that question." He replied.

"Makes sense," I said and got up.

I went upstairs and looked for my boyfriend.

"For fuck's sake, find him or I'll slice your head and play basketball with it," Stefan warned threateningly on the phone.

"...Do I look like I give a shit. Oh, yOu cAn'T fInD hIm well look harder because I will happily beat the shit out of you." He told someone.

He's mad. Interesting.

I can make him even madder. Should I?

Yea, yea. Of course, you want to see that.

"Yo Stefan!" I said and he turned to me still pissed.

I grabbed a knife that was chilling in the room and stabbed my leg.

"OUCH FUCK ME!" I yelled holding my leg.

"...I'm going to kill you but first I need to deal with my girlfriend." He said.

"...No I'm not going to fucking kill her. Fuck off." He said and hung up.

"What the fuck did you do Chasity?" He asked angrily.

I told you, I could make him angrier. You owe me your left kidney now. Unless you don't have one, then give me your right one and 50 grand.

"I stabbed myself," I replied.

"I can see that. How come?" He asked as he got the first aid kit.

"For funzies. Duh." I replied and tried to not pass out.

"I need to pull down your pants." He told me.

"Go for it. It won't be your first time." I replied and closed my eyes. He laughed.

"Don't fall asleep on me, love." He said pulling my pants down.

"No promises. I'm so sleepy." I mumbled.

"Fuck." He said and kissed me, his hand grabbing my throat.

I should stab myself more often if this is what happens.

His hand did not leave my throat but I was okay with it. It was kind of tight but I'M AWAKE!

"Will you stay awake for me?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yep."

"Good girl." He said and let go.

Is it hot in here? Cuz that was fucking hot.

He started patching me up and it stung so fucking much.

"WHAT THE HELL STEFAN. IM DYING!" I yelled and started kicking my leg everywhere.

He gave me a look and I stopped. Angry Stefan is so hot.

"Don't move your leg." He told me.

"Yes sir," I replied rolling my eyes and he laughed.

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT SEXUALLY. STOP THINKING LIKE THAT." I told him.

"Who said that I was thinking like that?" He questioned.

"It's you, Stefan, you find a way to make everything I say sexual," I replied.

"True." He said and continued bandaging me up.

"Are you still angry?" I asked him.

Angry sex?

"At the person, I was on the phone with, yes. You, yes I'm mad that you stabbed yourself not mad at you though." He said.

UGH, I TRIED BESTIES!

"What would I do for you to get mad at me?" I asked him as he fixed me up.

He kissed my lips and spoke, "Well if you fuck someone other than me intentionally then I'm going to shoot everyone I see and I'll hate you for life and I'll never take you to buy tacos ever again." He told me.

"No tacos?" I asked.

"Yep."

"That's too fucking far," I replied and kissed him.