Love You, Passion-hately

Oct 12, 2017, 7:35 PM My Apartment "That was amazing!! I never thought you had it in you Hard-d**k!" I panted. "At least you can show the courtesy to pronounce my name correctly. Given that, 5 minutes earlier you were shouting it at top of your lungs," he smirked. I rolled my eyes at him. "I think it suits you better, given your reaction when you saw me," I aimed back. "I never thought I'll say it but you're hot and I'm every bit of potent," he said seductively. I could go all the way again. "Stop drooling over me, Clayton. I know I do unspeakable things to you but I really need to go now," he pulled his shirt over his head. "You wish, Hard-d**k. " I smirked. He awkwardly tried to kiss me as he felt obligated to it after what we just did. "No need. We're good," I told him. He moved back. "So, you really don't feel like I took advantage of you or something?" he said uncomfortably. "I won't be pressing charges if that's what you're concerned about," I stretched my arms. He blinked thrice. "Okay. No, I don't think you took advantage of me. In fact, it will always be the other way round," I got up and get him a victorious look. He smirked. "Thanks," I don't know why I said it. In fact, I don't show gratitude towards my friends, much less, enemies. "As much as I hate you, Clayton, I would love to bang you again," he winked and turned. Then, I got the best idea ever. "Cameron?" I sat up. "I know I have this effect on girls but you're on the first name basis with me now?" he turned and looked at me in amusement. "Don't get used to it, Dickhead," I aimed. "Don't use names involving my d**k. It reminds me of the sounds you make when it's inside you," his gaze lingered on my neck. His eyes were lustful. He was tall and even muscular, but not bulky. He had stormy gray eyes and brown hair with blonde highlights. He had the perfect 8 packs abs and I remembered running my hands over it. I've known him for two years now. September 2014 My first day in college and how he told me he was a sophomore. He told me how I must respect him and do as told or he'll make my life hell. I was new here. I'd heard enough about the power seniors have over the freshmen here, that I didn't dare to unleash his wrath on me. He and his three other friends made me sing and even dance. He was intimidating. And I was terrified of him. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me in. It was humiliating and I should've stood up to it but I was this naive, innocent nerd back then. Okay, the revelation. Scratch everything I said. I was a b***h. The ultimate b***h. I was that popular, mean cheerleader with all the boys trying to get me. I loved attention and I did things I am not proud of. But that was the old me. After school, I thought better of it. I decided to be a nicer person in college. There was no one from my school, so that gave me an opportunity to change my ways. I was good at studies so I got into this prestigious college and I wanted to get graduated with good grades without making much of the show. Even if I had to pose as a helpless, little nerd. He let me go after a show and I ended up crying in the bathroom. Again, that was what people thought. In reality, I took deep breaths and tried my best to not start a rumor about him having STDs. And trust me, I know how to start ones that can make you question yourself. Only after a couple of classes, I found out he was my classmate who tricked me into this. I was infuriated. It was far more embarrassing than I'd felt earlier. I went to confront him but he ruffled my hair, had a good laugh and told me to stay away. It was enough for my ego and the next thing I knew, I put rats in his bag when he wasn't looking. They damaged his books and notes. He didn't find who it was for days but he was determined. And then, after five days he did. "So, Ms. Clayton. I see I found your little revenge very amusing," he blocked my way in the hallway. He was almost 4 inches taller and his bigger physique towering over me. "You did? Well, that just made my day," I tried with fake polite voice. Yes, I'm posing as innocent, naive nerd but no one messes with me like that. Well, to be honest, I was hoping he wouldn't find out. "Oh, you're so generous. Let me do something to make your day," he smirked. And the next thing I knew, I was drenched. And it wasn't just a bucket of cold water. It was worse. It stunk. Like fish. Ewww. And let me remind you, I was a mean, popular, cheerleader. The queen bee. He was laughing and flashing his white teeth. I wanted to punch him right in the face. He looked at me in amusement. He expected me to cry, run or plead. But I did none of it. Scratch the nice, naive nerd. I balled my fist and with every cheerleader ego I had, I looked him straight in the eyes. He was taken aback but then he gained his composure. And that sight gave me a little satisfaction. You didn't see that coming. Now did you? I poked his chest with my index finger and I held my head high and spoke every word with great hatred and anguish. "You, Asshole. You've messed with the wrong girl. And it's time for payback." He looked at me in awe and then smirked in amusement. He opened his mouth to say something but I pushed him back. Stumbling a little, he cursed under his breath. But I didn't wait to see his reaction. I turned over my heels and made my way to my hostel room. It was lunchtime, so I quickly got a shower and blow dried my hair. I changed into jeans and a cardigan and looked myself in the mirror. Hip-length blonde hair with pink highlights at the bottom, brown eyes, and pale skin. I don't need a second opinion, cuz I knew I was beautiful. I had almost every guy in school after me. I applied mascara and lip gloss for a touch-up. I got rid of the spectacles which did me no good. It was just a facade. I can't live my life normally. I don't crave for drama, it craves for me. I can't make it out of college being a nice, cute angel. I couldn't survive high school like that. I need to be the vicious b***h I am. The planner and plotter and queen bee, I've always been. Humans can't change their nature. Can they? I smirked. I made my way towards the class. I found myself being the center of attraction. Everyone looked at me in awe. Yeah. In the morning, no one gave me a second glance when I was wearing the big second set of eyes and an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Now, that I've changed into my designer clothes and let down my hair, everyone's drooling like I'm America's next top model. Losers. I made my way to do the class, took a seat in the back, 'cuz other were already taken. I opened my book, which had miraculously saved itself from that jerk. Talking of the devil. I turned my head and that Satan's incarnation was sitting right beside me. The class ended and I got up from my seat. I needed to ask this doubt from Professor. I tried to rush out of the room but someone grabbed my wrist. No one touches me without my permission. I turned with a visible amount of fury and glared at the person holding my hand. He eyed me with great precision as if taking in every detail before arriving at conclusion. "Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow. Then he grinned. "You didn't have to be all dolled up to save yourself from me, Ms. Clayton. I'll even recognize you in a second skin. After all, you are my favorite toy now," he said the last line with the kind of intensity that made me want to use my free hand to slap him right in his face. In time Dawn. In time. "It's not just the change of clothes, Hardwick. It's the change of heart. And trust me, you won't appreciate it," I snatched my hand away from his grip and turned with a spin that itself deserved an Oscar or Olympic Medal. I took my revenge two days later my hacking his f*******: account and posting stuff like, "I have got an STD from being the man w***e that I am. Maybe it's the p********e I slept with last week. It's quite contagious and I really expect you ladies to not get into my pants for a month. I think I'll be cured by then. So control your urges and I'll bang the s**t out of you when I'm back. Please share this further." Now, I'm a mother of bitches, so I changed the password and other options that would have helped him to log in back. Well, that much of knowledge, I possessed. As for the hacking part, I asked a geek to help me. In return, I agreed to become his date at his cousin's wedding. I'm not that much of a b***h. At least, not now. I truly meant it when I said I wanted to change myself, if not drastically then at least baby steps. I know, it sounds absurd after what I did with Crooked Nose but he provoked me and I'm not solely responsible. I'm trying to be a good human here, not Saint Terressa. Damage to be done was inevitable. Half of the college and all of the class was his friend on f*******:, so everyone read it. I welcomed the not-so-warm Get Well Soon comments coming in Cameron Hard-d**k's direction. Now I was waiting for my turn. "You should really keep your hard d**k in your pants, Hardwick. Or should I say Hard-d**k?" I winked and savored the moment he glared at me. He pressed me against the wall in the hallway and shouted, "You! It was you. I swear I'm gonna make your life hell," he threatened. His eyes were flaring and his body was radiating heat. Grip as tight as iron restraints. I was aware of the eyes on us. How quiet everyone was us. Waiting for the drama to begin. College is like high school. People are the leeches who feed off drama. His cool breath fell on my neck and shivered. It was not cold. And no, it was not anticipation or my response to his body. It was my response to his asshole-ness. I pushed him away. "Don't touch me. God knows what else you're carrying," I gave him a disgusted look, scoring laughs from everyone around us. Cameron Hardwick was quite brave to make a public announcement about how the post is a false claim and someone hacking his account. He went extreme lengths by pinning his negative test report from the hospital on the every notice board in the college. He also publically threatened the person who did this a.k.a. me to take revenge. Bring it on, I'm not afraid of you, Hard-d**k. It calmed down and then he took his revenge on me by photoshopping my face on a hooker's body wearing next to nothing. He gave away flyers everywhere. I got back at him by crashing at his party undercover, stealing his phone and calling the police by saying kids are taking drugs. I got out of the place on time but it made a big show. Obviously, they didn't find drugs. Just booze, s*x and, wasted young adults. It obviously turned down the heat of party. Three years of continuous pranking, humiliating and assaulting each other took us to the week before today. I had started to hate Cameron Hard-d**k to the point that it's an important part of my life to make his life a living hell. As if he isn't going to the real one after death. It's like breathing, drinking water and eating. I look over my shoulder all the time. Use the best antivirus, keep my system upgraded, check my room for cameras, keep with me- extra clothes, pepper spray, and knife every time. I know he's not a criminal but that's how it's like. I know it's the same with him. But this has become part of our lives. Every time we look at each other, we give each other dead stares, we insult each other to the point it's constitutionally unacceptable. If anyone of us gets murdered, the first suspicion will automatically be the second one.