I dance with Adonis and somehow, she manages to almost sleep with two people? I didn’t even touch him at dinner, I spent the whole time thinking about her!
“I'm gonna destroy him, her too. You do know that, right?” My tone is dark and as calculating as it can be because I'm being brutally honest.
I should probably feel bad for thinking like this, Alex is a nice guy, isn't he? Oh well, I don't care! He touched Adaline, no one touches her.
As for the girl, I'll find out who she is. She'll probably meet the same fate as Alex. Maybe even worse, considering her tongue was inside Adaline…oh, definitely worse.
“Know what? That you're a fucking psychopath? Yes. I have a good idea,” she retorts with an eye roll and makes a slow beeline for the door.
I watch her feet to make sure she doesn't trip over any of the broken glass or anything else. Thankfully, she's wearing shoes, I wish Alex and that girl weren't.
I intercept Adaline and turn her around, effectively pinning her shoulders against the door. My hands aren't rough, but they aren't gentle either.
I stare deep into her eyes. “They don't get to fucking touch you. No one gets to touch you.”
No one. No one, but me. Maybe I'm a psychopath who is overtly possessive, but I don't care. I’ve always felt like this, ever since I first laid eyes on Adaline, I knew she wouldn’t belong to anyone else but me.
She pushes me off her body harshly and her breathing is laboured, mirroring my own. “Or what? You're gonna break Alex's hand like you did Stacey's?”
“When are you going to stop bringing that up—”
“It doesn't matter.” She rolls her eyes and groans simultaneously. “What matters is that you're here acting as if you get to dictate who I sleep with when you're still sleeping with that fucking prick!”
Anger is still boiling in my chest, but it's having to make space for the guilt that I feel overcome with now, especially with the way her eyes look, just like how they looked in the bathroom this morning. I hated it.
It's all I thought about when I was at dinner with Adonis. I ignored him the whole night, all of his gifts and affection. All I could think about was Adaline, all I ever think about is her.
“I lied,” I admit quietly, “I haven't slept with him. Not since our first kiss.”
I lied to her. Obviously, I haven't slept with Adonis, I've barely even been able to touch him since Adaline and I have gotten closer. How could I when the only person I want to touch is her?
I had to lie. I had to do anything to push her away and that included ignoring her for a week. I’ve barely even spoken to Kai this week, or anyone. I was terrified, embarrassed even, about how I bawled in front of her.
I was in a state of complete and utter paranoia that someone would find out from her friends about us. That doesn't matter now, at this point, I want to tattoo my name on her forehead so no one goes anywhere near her.
Her eyes widen a fraction, but she quickly recovers. “I don't care. Now leave me alone.” Her tone is cold, but there's an underlying hint of shakiness that I can feel.
She does care. I know she does. It's only making me angrier that she's pretending not to. Why does she want me to leave her alone so badly anyway? Paranoia rings in my mind.
“So you can go back out there and fuck them?” I retort furiously, bawling my fists.
“Exactly.”
“Don't test me, Adaline,”
“You don't scare me, Juliette.”
The same words we said to each other in the locker room a few months ago, but now the roles have been reversed and I absolutely hate it. I can feel my body getting hotter and hotter. As angry as I am, I can't stop staring at her.
Adaline doesn't stop with her words there either; I can practically feel the malice oozing off her as she crosses her arms over her stomach.
“Why do you care anyway? You're straight, you should be happy, right? I'm just your experiment.” She spits out harshly. “Don't worry, this doesn't mean we have to stop having sex, it just means you'll have to be on a waiting list.”
So coy, so maliciously vile. Her dark hair slightly messy and her maroon lipstick smudged and it makes me sick and…turned on? It doesn't get rid of my anger though. No, it only multiplies it tenfold.
Waiting list. It wouldn't take me long to change that to multiple obituaries.
“Stop it.” My low tone is nothing but a warning because she is seriously testing my last nerve right now. I never should have said she was an experiment, I know that and I regret it. I'm such an idiot sometimes. She could never be my experiment, never.
