Dangerous Obsession

THE BET

I whipped my head to the direction of the voice, and there sat an angel clothed in fire.

Sara.

"Ohh...Hey, girl," I chuckled nervously as my hands fidgeted with my gown, which was partially torn by my Alex.

That dog!

“Jordan—” She called, her voice cutting through sharp and low.

"Hmmm," I murmured and turned back to the mirror.

“Where’d you go last night? What happened to your hair, your gown, your…OH MY GOD! Your neck." She whisper-shout.

I covered my face, which was burning in heat.

“Tell me." She deadpanned, looking at my face.

I stare at her for a while, deciding if I should.

I have been here for what, a month? or less.

"Alex—" I muttered, looking at my fingers; I suddenly felt like Tyler, who was always staring at her fingers.

“I umm—"

“Jordan—” she barked.

“Alright!” I yelled and sighed.

And—

And I told her everything. About the kiss. About the hickeys. About how much I hate that I liked it.

Silence. My heart thudded, fingers shook, and my eyes felt blurry. The silence was deafening.

I didn't want her to judge me.

But then suddenly she burst into laughter.

I creased my brows in confusion. "What?" I asked, still confused.

"You know, it seemed obvious right from the first day you came, I mean—” She shrugged.

“What does that mean, Sara?” I asked, still annoyed this time, with folded hands.

“Nothing serious, girl, you guys look good together." She said and bounced in my bed.

“Excuse me, good?” I huffed." That should be illegal."

“You know, it was obvious day one. The way you two circle each other like you’re about to fight or f**k.

She laughed.

“That’s why Angela is so annoyed at how good you both look, trust me. Hide it all you want; you love it, and I know it." She smirked.

“No, I don't."

“Yes, you do, bitch."

“No, I don't."

“Yes, you do."

I raised my hands in surrender. My cheeks were heating up again.

I turned around so she wouldn't see the secret blush that covered my face.

“C’mon, let's go see the rooftop or somewhere. You've got a phone, right?" She asked and I nodded.

♣♣♣♣♣♣ ANGELA'S POV.

“You didn't stick to the plan?” Taylor yelled.

I kept quiet looking at her; she was stupid, obviously. I had just mentioned I had an alternative to make Jordan look stupid, and she's here shouting.

“Angela!!” She screamed, pounding her feet on the floor like a child in need of a popsicle.

“Calm down, we've got other issues," I replied calmly, scrolling through t****k.

Tyler kept shut, focused on her nails like they were the most important thing in the world.

She didn't care, and I wondered why Taylor felt so pained.

Rachel kept staring into thin air dreamingly.

“What are you thinking of now, Rachel?” I purred.

"Nothing," she whispered.

"Ugh... I'm bored." Tyler rolled her eyes and stood up abruptly, falling over the water bottle near her.

“Careful, it's expensive," I gnarled, and she scoffed.

“Bored of what?… Staring at your fingers all day," Taylor seethed.

Tyler ignored her and walked out to God knows where.

I didn't know the twins right.

“You know, Tay, I don't get why you're hell-bent on ruining Jordan's life." I chuckled.

Rachline raised her head in amusement and curiosity.

She glared but didn't reply.

“What are the issues?" She stressed the issues.

“Well… Today's Friday, and the anonymous is releasing news today, right?” Rachline shrugged, and Taylor mouthed an O.

Everyone was always eager to know what the anonymous person would release today.

Last week, we found out Jackson in rank C m*********d with a cup.

Taylor's and my eyes met, and we erupted into laughter.

Tears fell from the corner of my eyes.

“Hell—That video was so cool," I said.

“Going out," Rachline muttered and walked out.

“What’s wrong with this one?” Tayler whispered to me.

“Why didn't you go with the plan, Angela?" Taor asked again.

"C'mon... I thought we'd gone past this; she went into Alex's room, and we couldn't carry it out anymore. But... we've got something stronger." I smirked and showed her the video I caught.

Moans clearly coming out from the speaker, she covered her mouth with eyes in shock.

“I knew she entered, but I thought they both collapsed into sleep or something." She whispered in joy. Her bangs were flying out as she spoke earnestly.

I shrugged. I didn't care about this; all I cared about was getting back Alexander.

He was useful to both my p***y and securing family status even higher. If I could get married to him, Dad would be proud.

And Jordan was about to bring it all down. Years of hard work and sweat. I wouldn't let her do this.

I needed to find out more about her. The hickeys I saw on Alex's neck this morning fueled my anger.

I refused to go with the plan of pouring her pig's blood at the party and decided with this thinking it would backfire. Guess I was wrong, and she was unfortunately lucky in a bad way because something better came out.

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ALEXANDER'S POV

"Dude, be real, how was it?…Was she tight or wide as hell?" Damien chukled.

“She was tighter than your mom's," I replied, keeping my voice flat.

I loved the silence that followed.

Darren laughed, and Damien glared.

I gritted my jaws; I need to clear my head. Her moans were still messing with my head, and it was f*****g frustrating.

Dameim, resoundingly it was worse. I sighed.

“We did promise to get a new b***h the semester, right?” Dameim smirked.

One of the things about the he-goat of a best friend was that he never shut up.

"Yeah… Way ahead of you guys?” Darren yawned.

“We both know you're a queen, and no girl would fall except for those eyes," I scoffed.

“And guess who did?” He mouth in a whisper. Damien nodded, and I c****d my ears.

I also wanted to know the crazy girl who wanted a short d**k in her hole.

"Zendaya," he winked.

Damien whistled, and I laughed. She was a hot one with ass and boobs.

Definitely an achievement.

“Well… I'm on Jane and a new girl; she's a good ride." Damien laughed, and so did we.

Except I kept thinking about Jordan again.

I blacked out for a second, not hearing what they were saying.

Her eyes. Her lips. Those brown eyes rolling like—

Shit!

I jerked visibly. My d**k jumping irritably in my pants.

“Whoa, careful there, man." They laughed heartily.

“How about—” Damien smiled sheepishly. He was about to say something stupid.

He turned to me and then to Darren.

“You like Jordan?” Damien asked.

I growled.

“Good. First to f**k her wins," he deadpanned.