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"I swear if you shit anywhere except the litter tray, I'll throw you right outside the window."

"Meow."

"And don't play with the wires."

"Meow?"

"I said- don't play with the wires. They aren't playthings."

"Meow!"

"Good kitty. Not as bad as I thought."

"Meow."

With a somewhat awkward pat on its head, I shut the door and lock it. I walk outside with the keys dangling on my hand, the leather jacket held on the other.

I hope it won't kill itself while I'm gone.

. . .

The guys and I walk down the hallway after the football practice. Chase isn't here today and he never skips a practice, he's the quarterback. And while I'll never admit it, I'm a teeny bit concerned. He might be all quiet and shit but he's hurting after what happened to him.

I'm going to check on him later.

"Did you hear about the trip?" River punches me on my arm. I push him away, grunting. He wanted me to break his bones, didn't he? He grips on my shirt so that he doesn't fall. I'll fucking kill him if he tears my shirt.

"What trip?"

River's face twists like I'm the only one who doesn't know. He winks at the girls passing by- the cheerleaders. They giggle. I mentally gag.

"The study trip. To the Clarion Hills, that spooky place in the top of the hill with the castle turned into a museum."

"I'm not fucking going," I tell him before walking to our lockers. My eyes automatically search for Alya while we walk towards our lockers, it has become a habit.

"It's kinda mandatory," River informs before smiling at a girl with a ridiculously high amount of makeup in her face. "I'm going to get laid today baby," he whistles before punching me on my arm and walking towards her confidently.

"Hey babe," he says. I block him out and scan the crowd for her. I spot her in the entrance, walking with her head hung low. She has a pastel pink headscarf on with matching dress. I realize she looks rather cute in pink than in black.

In black, she looks like an untamed fierce tigress.

Her eyes widen when she raises her head and meets my eye. I smirk when I see her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink that I can watch for a distance. She looks away shyly.

That's when I realize what I'm doing. I supposed to fucking hate her, not find her adorable. This is stupidity. The kiss was a fucked up mistake that I can't get off my head.

Maybe I should get on with other girls, get my mind off Alya.

I again find Alya, she's by her locker. Talking to a guy? I squint my eyes, subconsciously gritting my teeth. It's Theo. What does he fucking want from her?

"Leave the girl alone, cut her some slack, man," I turn around. Chase leans against the wall and eyes me wearily. There are bags under his eyes. He looks fucked up.

"You okay?"

He gives me a nod. I reckon that he doesn't want to talk about why he wasn't there today so I don't ask him.

"Cigarette?"

"Yeah."

We walk outside, skipping the first class. Not before looking at Theo, I don't like seeing him and Alya together. Especially when she's smiling at him like that.

The crowd separates and we walk through the exit into the football ground. However, we stop dead in our tracks when we hear something. Soft sobs. And a man yelling. Chase turns to look at me and frowns.

I nod at him and we follow the sound.

"Stop fucking crying, bitch. How dare you fucking cheat on me, huh?"

"I-I wasn't-"

The sight before us is horrific. A girl is sprawled on the ground, her hair is flying everywhere and her sobs are unstoppable. A guy is crouched over her, I hold my breath when Chase walks over and crosses the distance.

His hand locks around the guy's throat. I stand back and enjoy the show. I'd go comfort the girl but I'm not good at that shit so instead, I walk over to Chase.

Cracking my knuckles I put my hand over Chase's shoulder.

"I'll take care of him."

Chase nods and drops the mutt on the ground before kicking him in his stomach. Chase is such a softie. I smirk at the guy, we're going to have so much fun.

. . .

The day passes excruciatingly slow. I mop the hallway, the community services are the last thing I imagined myself to be doing. However, my eyes fall on the notice board and I see that we had already been grouped for the stupid study trip.

I scan for my name. We have a group of seven. River and Chase are there, I'm thankful for that. Violet and Kayla, the cheerleader and the minion, now that's going to be a problem. However, my eyes fall on the next pair of names and air is knocked out of my lungs.

Alya and Theo.

Theo? Why the fuck is he in the same group as me? How fucked up is this? I angrily mop the remaining parts and throw the bucket into the janitor closet before walking outside.

I halt in my steps and eye the girl sitting on the bench. Alya jumps when she sees me and walks to me, the model of our project in her hand.

"I thought we could complete this at your place. I miss Leo," she says sweetly. My anger momentarily falters. I look into her green eyes and take a long breath. Why does it matter anyway? Why don't I like seeing Alya with Theo?

Maybe it's because Theo makes her happy. And I don't like it when she's happy.

I nod at her and walk, not bothering to help her with the project in her hands. It looks kind of heavy. And it looks like she is struggling with it. Grumbling under my breath, I take it from her.

The walk to my place is awkward. And I can't help but feel fucking embarrassed about taking her to my place, it's nothing like hers. I live in the shittiest part of the town.

I look at Alya to find out what she is thinking, she looks curious. Once we're in front of my apartment, I take a long breath and enter. The elevator doesn't work so we have to walk to the tenth floor. I look at Alya who is huffing and puffing by the time we reach my door.

The moment I open the door, she enters and flops on the bed, wiping the sweat off her forehead and fanning herself.

Leo meows and walks to Alya, fucking ignoring me even though it was me who fed it. Fucker. Alya gives her full attention to it, her exhaustion is forgotten.

I shut the door and put the model on the study table.

I find Alya looking at my room. The walls are painted plain white, there's a bed in one corner, a study table in another. Few of my dumbbells are placed next to the door and there's a small closet at the other side of the wall.

Alya looks at everything, her eyes twinkle. I lean against the wall and watch her, feeling weird. It doesn't look like she's disgusted, I sigh in relief.

Alya stands up and walks to the dumbbells. I find myself smirking at that. She bends down to pick them, she doesn't get up with one.

With red cheeks, she turns around and gives me a cheeky grin. I shut my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. Why is she acting so fucking adorable?

I decide to act like a jerk, it's a defence mechanism, really. When you don't know how to act around Alya anymore, become a jerk. It has always worked.

"Look at how weak you are," I tut before walking over and standing next to her, towering her easily.

"What would you have done if bad guys came to you yesterday? You should be very thankful that I saw you."

Her eyes widen and her nose flare.

"I'm capable of defending myself," she growls out. I resist the urge to chuckle, it's like a kitten saying it can defend itself from a group of street dogs.

"Really?"

My hand wraps around both of her flimsy wrists, if I'd apply a little more pressure I'm sure they'd snap. Then I raise her wrist above her head and put it against the wall before pushing her against the wall as well.

Oh, how much I love messing with this girl.

A tint of pink appears on her cheeks and realization dawns in. She likes this, doesn't she? I puff my chest subconsciously, feeling proud.

A new plan forms in my head, I could actually mess with her this way. The stupid attraction would go away and I could hurt her easily. That's what I want. Girls are really easy to hurt.

"Tell me babygirl, what would you do if someone did this to you?"

Alya looks nervous, I smirk when I see her dilated eyes. My eyes fall on her lips. However, just when I lean closer, her knee makes contact with my crotch.

I clench my jaw in pain and fall on the floor, groaning loudly.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry! I just imagined you as any other guy who'd hurt me," I groan in pain, "Shit, what do I do, Zayd? Do you want me to bring ice? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

I groan loudly in reply.

This wasn't how I planned things to go.

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