He hated himself. No, that would have been the biggest understatement of the century. He loathed every fibre in his body right now. He was surprised that he had not turned into dust from all the self-hate radiating off him.
Her face was beautiful, her body was perfect, her voice was angelic. She really was an angel, it was just too bad her halo was held up by horns. She ran her tongue softly across her lips and gave a small sigh of pleasure.
"Are you glad we did it? Are you glad we kissed?" She asked, running her hand softly through her hair and her leg rubbing against his.
God, he hated her. She knew that he had a girlfriend, she knew that his plans did not include her. But she had entered his life without invitation, she had slipped passed the cracks in his shield, she had wormed her away into his life like a parasite. She had worked her magic on him, she had charmed him, she had made him feel alive.
God, he hated himself. He had caused all of this. He had been a complete asshole towards her. He had left her alone in her darkest hour. He had broken his promise to her. He had denied that he wanted her in his life. He had pretended to resist her advance but was secretly pleased that she paid attention to him, that she felt the need to please him. He had wanted to be more than the Golden Boy of East High, the guy with the good looks and the Little Miss Perfect girlfriend. He had wanted to feel alive, to love and to hate with unrestricted passion. He needed her, he wanted her.
"You're a bitch." He spat at her with as much venom as he could muster. All his anger, at himself, at her, at the world that will never accept them as a couple, was directed at her in those three words. He needed to get rid of his anger, and he had chosen to direct it at her, even when it was mostly his fault, his inability to get his life together without hurting people who cared about him. Just another example of what a big asshole he was towards her.
"So?" She asked, raising one of her perfect eyebrows. Her expression had not changed. Her fingers were still weaving through her hair, her leg was still brushing against his. But there was a new nervousness in her movement. Her hand and leg did not move with the grace from before, they were jerky and contained a hint of desperation and a tremor of fear. The angel was afraid, she was afraid that her wings would be broken and she would plummet towards earth.
"Let me be your dog."
So, what did you readers think? This is my first attempt at writing something darker. So please review and tell me what you think of it, criticisms are welcome.
By the way, the line 'She really was an angel, it was just too bad her halo was held up by horns.' was something I found on the internet while researching for a school project. I thought it was really meaningful so I tried to use it in this fanfiction.