lucy_mumbua

They whisper my name in fear. Justin Black. The guy who sits in the back of the class, always in black, always untouchable. The one everyone watches but no one dares to approach.  

They don’t know me. Not really.  

Because if they did, they’d stay the hell away.  

I don’t do friends. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do attachments.  

But then there’s her.  

June Matthews—cheer captain, golden girl, a walking distraction. She’s everything I hate… and yet, she’s in my way. Assigned to me. Forced into my space. Testing my patience.  

She thinks she can handle me.  

She’s dead wrong.  

Because I have a secret. A place where I go to release the darkness inside me. Where names don’t exist, where pleasure and pain are one and the same. A world where people fulfill their deepest, most twisted fantasies.  

June doesn’t belong in my world.  

But the longer she stays, the more I want to pull her under.  

And once I do… I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.

Fake Dating The Bad Boy

Justin's POV

The ride to her house was silent—except for the roar of my bike and the occasional squeeze of her arms around me whenever I took a sharp turn. She held onto me tight, and I liked it more than I should.

By the time we reached her neighborhood, I was regretting this entire deal.

Because it was getting harder to remember that it was fake.

I pulled up outside a house that looked way too perfect, way too polished—like the kind of place you put on postcards. Everything was neat, trimmed, organized. Fake. Just like the life she had been living.

She hesitated before climbing off, adjusting her hoodie as she took off the helmet and handed it back to me. "Thanks," she muttered.

I didn't say anything. Just stared at her, gripping the handlebars too tight.

She shifted, uncomfortable. "What?"

I tilted my head. "You sure you wanna go in?"

The Monster at Home