Try Me, I Dare You

Chapter 1 No

I stand with Carson in an empty classroom leaning on the edge of a desk. After having quite an interesting day, and an equally interesting conversation with a boy who's not even supposed to exist, the last thing normal person would be thinking about is kissing a boy. Honestly, any normal person walking through today's events would likely be physically or at least mentally dead. But Leviah Darah is not so easy to kill. In fact, I not only am alive, but I'm living on top of the world. All because of the devilishly handsome thing in front of me. In fact, I not only am alive, but I'm living on top of the world.

I take in Carson's striking eyes, the purest black sandwiched between two rings of stunning gold. My eyes then travel to his hair, a little long, but neatly kept away from his face. Its colour matching his eyes, the purest jet black with the occasional strip of gold. And after, let my gaze wander downward. To his ears, adorned with sparkling cuffs. To his perfectly shaped nose and cheeks. To his jaw line, sharp enough to cut diamond. To his lips. Lips seeming to be moving closer to me.

Carson's tall, I'm a good 5'8 and he towers me. So when he moves even closer to me, I move to stand on my tiptoes. I reach out and loop a finger around the top of his jeans and pull him closer towards me. I place my left hand on the nape of his neck and he presses body up against mine.

Despite everything, all I want right now is to kiss him. Even though it's wrong and likely dangerous, I want to lose myself in his arms. But I can't, I need to keep myself sane, and I can't trust him. But if I can't have him, I'll have a little fun instead. I move my hand from the nape of his neck up through his hair until I reach the top of his head. Once he is a breath away from placing his mouth on mine, I grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head backwards, not exactly gently.

Without removing my hands from him, I wiggle my way on top of the desk behind me in sit down. As I watch his face fill with confusion, rage, and lust, I plaster on my deadlyest smile.

"Just for you." I say as he realizes why I am doing what I am doing.

And with those words, a nightmare of a day just became a tangible, physical, re-creation of death itself.