CONTROL YOUR EMOTIONS, KIERAN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

She turns and walks away. She expects me to follow. So she can get the satisfaction of creating the picture that she was in charge.

On another day, I’d have asked her to fuck off. Maybe pull on that annoying blonde hair just to emphasize my point, but today I was not going to be doing that.

Ryan grabs my hand and tries to hold me back, but I jerk my arm out of his grip.

I saw Marin looking up at me with his battered face and it soothed me a little, knowing it was purely my handiwork.

I guess she told him not to follow her. She might have said stupid like she could handle me herself.

How naïve.

Well, I didn’t mind that at the moment.

She walks towards the classrooms and I follow. Her skirt is swooshing simultaneously with her high ponytail. The faster she walks, the more her skirt swooshes higher and I catch a few prolonged glances from others.

“Stop.” I growl, and she slows for a second like she is going to, but she only proceeds to up her pace and I get a flash of her black lacy underwear.

Okay, that does it. She’s just too dis-obedient and stubborn.

I double my pace, and in three steps, I plant my hand firmly on her back, ignoring the print of her bra beneath my palm as I shove her into the nearest open classroom.

She lets out a yelp before stumbling into the front desks. I might have used a little bit more force than needed.

Control your emotions, Kieran.

A few students are gathered around a table doing their group work. One look from me is enough to get them scampering outside.

“What is wrong with you?” She narrows her eyes at me as she dusts her uniform as if our parents didn’t cough up enough dollars for this place to be spotlessly clean.

“What do you want?” I bit at her.

“Oh nothing, just a little favor.” She says and quickly fakes a smile. I arched my brows, wondering the type of favor she wanted. This was new and unfamiliar.

“Well, it is kind of a negotiation. Mm.. More like a deal.” She says with fake sweetness and holds her hands behind her back, giving me sweet docile eyes that I might have fallen for if I was into that.

“Stop acting weird.” I laugh and it scares me for a moment that its genuine and I find amusement in whatever she’s playing at before I turn it into a sarcastic one.

“Ugh fine. I’ll give it you straight. I need you to come up with an excuse for my parents so I don’t have to be at dinner today. And in return, I’d not touch your little newbie girlfriend, Tatum. And I’d think about not taking legal action against you for posting false news and trying to jeopardize my reputation, and putting my safety in danger. You’re getting the better end. Don’t you think?”

“Who says you can do shit to Tatum and what proof do you have that I did it? Is missing dinner so important to you that you’re willing to make false allegations?”

“I would be able to go on a date with Andrew. You’d be helping a friend out. Instead of giving friendly advice, why don’t we do this?” She stomps her feet and scowls.

Yes, that is more like her. Rude and entitled.

“I’m not going to cover up for you so you can go frolicking with your boyfriend.” I said and turned to leave. The last word sounds like dripping toxic waste.

I should cover for her whilst she goes to do who knows what with that fucker? Fuck No. Why would she even think I’d lie for her?

Her little hand circles around my biceps, trying to stop me, and they flex beneath her touch.

“Are you doing this because I didn’t act too well like those submissive walkovers? Like Tatum? You’re such a….”

I grab her scrunchie and yank it down, freeing her hair from the ponytail. It tumbles onto her shoulders and she gasps. Her pink and full lips part as her blue eyes widen, looking up at me in shock.

“I’d expose you for having shady relations with hood rats and then physically assaulting me that night. I have proof of that. The CCTV.” She smiled smugly like she had one up on me.

Yeah, the CCTV I’d hacked into?

I didn’t tell her that though.

My fingers dig into her soft hair and she schools her expression, trying to shut down all the raging emotions trying to burst out. I yanked it back with enough force to push her face up and closer to mine. She still doesn’t falter. She shouldn’t be shocked by the frequency with which I was doing this off-late. Was it necessary for me to hold her in this position to deliver my words? No, but I’ve taken a liking to it, so why not?

“Shut up the fuck up, and stay out of my fucking way.” I said, my lips bare inches away from hers.

“Make me.” She arcs a brow in defiance and I nearly made good on that promise as I felt myself get harder.

With my grip tight in her hair, I jerked her closer to me, feeling her soft features press against my hard ones. I walked us both back till she was pressed against the wall. Her heart is beating so fast against me and I’m sure mine is mirroring hers.

“Kieran.” She breathes my name but I don’t know if it’s a moan or a warning. I can’t process it whilst I’m like this.

The door flies open with a bang just as my lips brush hers and she shivers in my hold.

“Stand away from her, Kieran Castles.” Two men called before I was jerked back by two cops. I kick one away but the other grabs one of my wrists, using the opportunity the distraction created to cuff one of my hands. I try to kick him away but I just get fucking tased instead.

“Kieran Castles, you’re being arrested for sexually harassing Miss Aaliyah Waters. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…” I tuned them out as they read me my rights, looking at a shocked Aaliyah instead. When she asked me to make her, the dormant beast in me had finally reared its head and I lost all my morals to the wind. I wanted to do just that. I wanted to shut her up the best way I knew. I’m not sure she even knew what she was asking what she was daring from me. A foreign side of me wanted to grab her and protect her innocence from this world that didn’t deserve her, and the beast in me knew she was a vile queen bee who didn’t deserve to have innocence and it wanted to be the one to dirty and tarnish her. Her eyes were frantic and wide. Her blonde hair, wild and untamed, from the way I handled it. It was just the way I liked it. I bet she didn’t know she looked less than her pristine image right now, else she’d throw a whole tantrum. Her lashes brushed her cheeks as she blinked rapidly. Her little hands were clutching her skirt in fists. Fuck, I didn’t like her personality, on the inside. It was the ugliest. But on the outside, she is the most beautiful girl I know.

It’s either she didn’t absolutely have anything to do with my situation right now or she totally deserved an Oscar.

A fifty - fifty basically.

The cops drag me and I see a smug Andrew with his phone in his hands. His battered face right in front of me makes me feel better. That was my handiwork. I gave him a smug smile.

“I’ll fucking kill you, you know, right?” I laughed at him. He was fucking dead. The urge was always there. I just didn’t have a good enough reason that didn’t point at Aaliyah. But now I did. I could even thank him for that.

He walks towards me and whispers in my ear.

“I don’t know about that. I don’t think I have the time to let you honor your promise. Your parents and the Waters would be busy bailing you out of jail whilst I fuck my little girlfriend.” He jerks his head in Aaliyah’s direction and she’s smiling at the scene. Vile bitch it was then.

She fucking planned it with him. I kicked him in the ribs and he falls. The officers held me back and so I only got one kick in. I tried to run towards him only to get fucking tased again. I was fucking going to hit them with a lawsuit once I got out. Or go after them my fucking self. I bet they were enjoying my pain too.

FUCK