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

The kettle beeped, snapping the tension in the air—barely.

I turned back to the counter, forcing myself to focus as I poured two cups of coffee. Something to do with my hands. Something to keep me from looking at her.

But I could still feel her eyes on me.

She took the cup when I handed it to her, fingers grazing mine. A quick touch—nothing intentional. But I felt it everywhere.

"Thanks," she murmured, bringing the cup to her lips.

I forced myself to do the same, taking a sip, letting the heat burn my tongue—a welcome distraction.

Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. I could hear the quiet hum of the fridge, the faint tick of the clock on the wall. But mostly, I was aware of her.

Messing Around