Clara Carter

Stefan's face wasn't blessed to my eyes after the night. It's been a week since then, and we haven't even crossed paths like we used to. No glaring. No argument. No Stefan barging into my fights.

I've spent the entire week attending lectures, completing projects, and dealing with other semester-related tasks. Even now, I'm in the library with Tyler, who is assisting me in staying focused on a fat-ass book while he does his work.

I tap my feet incessantly, attempting to focus on the gibberish written in front of me, but my mind wanders to that night. My pulse skips a beat when I recall Stefan's touch on my skin.

His muscular arms holding me, his exquisite eyes staring into mine, and his luscious lips between my thighs, providing me with incredible pleasure. Oh-my.

I bite my lower lip, remembering our incredible sex. But why am I thinking about it so much? He must have simply jumped on the next girl he saw after me. However, putting it this way causes an envious hurt in my chest. I don't want any other girl around him.

"What's the matter?" Tyler's worried voice distracts me from beating the crap out of the girl who dares to touch Stefan.

I have no idea what Stefan wants, but if I see him with another girl, I will lose it.

Tyler releases the book from my grip I'd crumpled out of frustration.

"Nothing," I clear my throat, sliding in my seat to keep my equilibrium. "Just bored."

He nods understandingly and returns his focus to his work. With nothing else to do, I look around for something or someone to annoy.

The library is deafeningly quiet, making me feel like an alien.

A set of familiar hazel eyes catches my interest near a bookcase next to the door exit. Stefan.

I rub my eyes, not trusting my tainted brain, and return my gaze to his illusory image. It is still there.

Damn, he's here.

His eyes sparkle, his lips molded in a wicked smirk. A look that speaks a lot about his intentions.

Seeing him after such a long time brightens my mood.

He motions for me to follow him with his hands. I keep looking as he slowly walks away, unsure whether I should listen to him. But all I needed was one 'You better come' glance.

I quickly get up from my seat, whisper a short, "I'll be back." to Tyler, and proceed in the direction Stefan went.

No one looks at me as I go out of the library since everyone is so engrossed in their books.

When I overhear some girls standing behind a wall, the corridor is not particularly crowded, giving me plenty of room to look around for Stefan's whereabouts.

"You know, there are times when I wish I was Clara. At least, Stefan would have talked to me."

"I know, right? Why does he keep going at her?"

"Oh, come on, you know Stefan isn't interested in her and won't even consider hooking up or dating Clara. She isn't his type."

After that, they burst out laughing like night crickets.

"By the way, I heard that Stefan plans to suspend Clara for months."

"Is this the reason he's usually with her? Anyhow, I hope he does. At the very least, he'll notice some good girls surrounding him rather than messing with that bitch."

This fucking dimwit! I'm going to show them what I'm capable of, beginning with eliminating this rotten 'I'm the queen bee' mentality with a hard smack right on their nosy noses.

I take a stride in their direction but come to a halt as my eyes get drawn to Stefan, who is standing a few steps away, leaning against the closed door of the old music room.

As I march in his direction, an evil smile tugs at my lips. Do they believe Stefan will not hook up with me? Allow me to prove you wrong, bitches.

I stop my on-mission walk right in front of his face but keep a frustrating distance between us. The lingering stare on my lips tells me how badly he wants to suspend me. I turn the doorknob and pull him inside.

As much as I'd like to put on a show for those girls by kissing the hell out of Stefan, I want him for myself right now.

This old music room is always open, with just the most basic and out-of-date musical instruments.

Stefan slams the door, causing a cloud of dust to overwhelm the room.

He pushes me against the nearest wall, unable to restrain himself any longer from getting his hands all over me. I let out a laugh, realizing I was correct about his intentions.

His muscular frame radiates heat and hunger, feeding my wild need for him. He slams my palm hard on the wall above my head, restricting me from moving. I run my tongue over my lips, teasing him to carry out his plan to nail me in this room where no one can see us.

I brush my lips against his, his warm breath fanning my bare skin. My hands instinctively begin to touch and feel his chest.

He shut his eyes and was ready to kiss me when I move back.

"What?" He hisses, his teeth clenched in response to my first denial.

"I heard that," my fingers are now swirling around in his locket, toying with it just like his need to kiss me. I can see he hates it when someone stops him from doing what he wants. Guess what? I don't like it either. "You going to suspend me."

He tilts his head, gazing at me from a new angle. The expression on his face is, 'Are you serious right now?'

Something clicks in his sexy brain, his luscious and tempting lips curl up in a smile, and my game of messing with him gets thrown at my face with it. He nears my face, dangerously close.

"I can do that," he says. Our gazes lock on one other's lips, but we hold back as we speak. "Do you want me to do it?"

"I know you won't do it."

"Why not?"

He's such a bastard when it comes to maturely act out. But isn't that what makes him so attractive?

This is the first time I've been involved with someone who can easily expel me from college with just one complaint, and yet I want this person near me.

A brilliant idea occurs to me. I push him away, making room for me to put it into action.

His delighted grin spreads across his face as he leans against a piano, waiting for my next move.

I take off my jacket then top and toss them next to where he's standing. As his eyes dart to mine, his slick tongue wets his lips. On cue, his eyes fall on my new strapless bra that accentuates my cleavage.

The predatory orbs return to mine, challenging me to do something daring. What I intend to do.

"Now, I'll open that door, grab the first boy I see and kiss him in front of everyone." I inch closer to him with each syllable I utter.

If he thinks he can exploit my insecurity, I can too. I'm not his puppet, to be slept with whenever he wants and then discarded.

If he can take advantage, so can I.

As soon as I say those words, his smirk fades into thin air. But that's all. There are no more reactions.

"You won't do that."

"Why not?"

He exhales a long breath, irritated as he knows he can do it. I'm eager to see his reaction.

But one thing I'm certain of is that he's not going to let me. I just know it. I know how humiliating it is for a boy when the girl he is with becomes touchy with another boy. Even if these jerks continue to sleep around.

"Promise you won't think about the suspension; I might reconsider the show."

I haven't done anything crazy in a long time.

My last visit to Dean's office was a week ago for breaking that dumbfucker Jack's front teeth. And hell, did my knuckles get bruised.

Don't get me wrong: I badly wanted to do it. In front of the entire class, the jerk slapped his God-knows-which girlfriend. Reason? Because she was constantly pressuring him for a commitment after he was caught cheating on her twice.

My feet come to a halt as I wait to see if Stefan will stop me. But he doesn't flinch one inch.

"Fine, I'll see you after the make-out."

My hands reach for the doorknob when Stefan's hand bangs on the door before I can open it.

For the first time, I am taken aback by the unexpected, intense possessiveness. He spins me around, and his lips are against mine before I know it.