ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

"Yeah!" I breathed out a small sigh and saw from the corner of my eye Elliot approaching us.

"Hey Scarr" Was his usual pleasant self.

"Hey" I smiled back . He was wearing a black coloured beanie on his head and his clothing was usual as everyday.

'Reject the truth you get a dare' "

Xaviar declared already dragging me towards the end of the hallway.

Following her like a lost puppy who didn't even heard about the dog food, I just followed her with a gaping aspect.

I reached to the point where all of the bucks and few girls were gathered around the dining table that was near the kitchen counter. Few of them I recognised from our School but few of them seemed outsiders and slightly older from us. Shrugging off the thought I sat between Elliot and Xaviar.

Xaviar turned her head and a wide smile spreaded across her face. I smiled beholding her state of being emotionally aroused and worked up.

Chapter 87