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She navigated her way through until she heard the sound of slight grunting and the sound of weights being lifted; pausing only for a moment she rounded a dangerous looking machine and let her hazel/gold eyes fall on whom she supposed was Negan.
A shock and –vibration? - went up her left arm and she looked down, feeling her heart stop and world spin as she stared at the blinking green zeroes, until after a few milliseconds they simply dimmed to grey on her arm.
Slowly she looked up to Negan; tall, muscular, and very intimidating.
"So can I help you-"He looked up, dark hunter green eyes meeting hers and he paused; looking down at his left arm, Bianca could see the numbers flashing. Ever so slowly, he looked back to her, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape; Bianca could imagine hers looked similar.
"No," She whispered, stepping back, "No way in hell can I- can we-"
"Well it appears we are," he hummed, letting his eyes slowly travel up and down her form; she self-consciously wrapped her arms around herself and stepped back, hitting the bar of what she believed to be a treadmill.
He smiled and slowly moved forward, as if approaching a wounded animal; she stayed frozen, unable to move. After a few moments he stood towering over her frozen form; Bianca wasn't necessarily short, leveling up to 5'8", but this guy was simply freakishly tall.
"Why do you look scared," He breathed, leaning down and letting one of his rough hands stroke her cheek, "I'm not going to hurt you-"
"I don't care," Bianca finally whispered, staring up at him. Too close- he was- he was far too close for her comfort and if he didn't back up right now she was going to snap, "Please back up."
"Alright." He said immediately and easily, leaning back to where he was still close but not right on top, "So I'm Negan, and I can assume you are President of the Fox dorms?"
"Yes…" she answered softly, "My name is Bianca, Bianca Stevens."
"Hmm…" he cocked his head and didn't move his gaze, "and you already know who I am-"
"Yes," she narrowed her eyes and looked up, "a thug. And apparently a Casanova."
"Oh!" He laughed slightly, slinging both arms to where they trapped her against the machine, "so you defiantly know who I am, good…. Am I detecting Jealousy in your tone?"
"No!"
"That's a shame, I'd bet you look cute angry." He smirked, leaning down slightly; Bianca felt heat spread across her cheeks as she dug her back further into the treadmill. Was he flirting with her? God someone get her out of here she couldn't think like this-
"Are you really that upset about this?" He asked softly, staring down at her with a frown.
"No I just-" she felt like her heart was beating fast enough to explode, "You are really close and no one gets this close to me and- it's all just too much right now-" He immediately took a step back and raised his hands, giving her plenty of room to breathe and calm down.
He stared at her for a few minutes with an unreadable expression before holding out his hand, "Come on, let's go somewhere else to talk."
She stared at his hand cautiously, but why shouldn't she take it? There were dozens of reasons; she barely knew him, he was huge, no one really knew where she was…. But eventually it was expected for her to trust him.
She took his hand and let him lead the way.
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God she hated the entire house of Wolf. Their hallways were wide, and you could not take one step without tripping over a helmet or a gym bag. Negan led her through long hallways, taking a series of turns befor reaching an- elevator.
Really?
The Foxes only had stairs, large and grand that spiraled in the opening of their house foyer; they gave an air of elegance to the house. But the Wolves had an elevator that didn't look to shabby and honestly the only reason Citrine felt hurt was because she wanted to know how the dean allowed this to be put in. She had to fight tooth and nail with the man to get approved for a coffee bar.
He pulled her in and pressed a button, she noted to lead to the highest floor, and the doors closed. Bianca had never really like elevator, the thought of getting stuck inside or the rope snapping and them falling to their deaths or-
"Hey-" Negan grabbed her arm, looking down at her with a concerned expression, "you okay?" No; she was hyperventilating, being stuck in a small space with someone she didn't quite trust was starting to fray her nerves.
The doors opened and she sighed in relief, allowing him to once again take her down hall ways and finally, to a door. He opened it and ushered her in, closing it and locking behind her; something she noted with discomfort. His room was roughly the same size of hers, and Bianca came to the conclusion the reason it felt bigger was because her room was crowded with books and such.
"So," Negan started, "let's talk." But she wasn't done examining his room; it was surprisingly clean, something she hadn't expected, and was made up of typical wolf colors.
"Hey," he plopped on his bed, crossing his arms behind his head and smiling slightly, "for a fox, you sure do get distracted a lot."
"Your room is clean," she stated obviously, still slightly shocked to where his jab went over her head, "I didn't expect that from a wolf." She finally seemed to notice how he was laying on the bed and automatically took a step back; he grinned at this but didn't say anything, "Hey now, I won't bite."
"Rich coming from a wolf," she muttered too low for him to hear, looking for possible exits; she addressed him with the question she really wanted to ask, "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Us, naturally," he yawned, "but frankly, I feel as though that is a conversation best waited for when I am not tired and you have calmed down a bit. A nap would help us both, so why don't you come take one with me?"
"….Are you crazy- or just stupid?"
"Aw don't be meaning," he whined, "Come on- just thirty minutes!"
"I have to get back to class, and don't have thirty minutes to spare you." She turned and headed for the door, and was about to get to it when his next words stopped her dead, "well if you aren't going to stay, then neither am I. So I suppose I will just go tell everyone in my dorm the great news about us-"
"You wouldn't," she hissed, turning with a look of utter hatred.
"If of course I got my nap with you here, then we talked about us, I wouldn't have any time to tell everyone." He smiled, knowing he had her pinned and-
"But your sweaty," she complained, shifting, "and I don't really-"
"It's all up to you," he said while closing his eyes.
"….Scoot over."
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Bianca hated it, only because she loved it. After realizing she had no choice, having not wanting word of her clock situation leaking out, decided to endure lying next to him in the bed.
Or, lying halfway underneath him.
As soon as she was down his arms latched around her waist, pulling her closer and sighing in contentment while she sighed in frustration. To her utter astonishment, he had actually fallen asleep, almost immediately; and here she was, ten minutes into this and wide awake.
Okay maybe she was lying to herself a bit at the end, she was mentally exhausted after her morning and wanted nothing more than a nap but not next to this- this- thug! This future criminal and ruffian!
He let out a small groan, causing her thoughts to freeze, and he nestled his face into her neck; when he released a sigh she shuttered when it brushed her collar. She felt herself relaxing more and more in his hold, finding her eyes getting heavier and her mind starting to slow down….
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Bianca awoke to the sound of her phone, ringing in her pocket and taking her out of the warm and enjoyable dream that she was emerged in. She fumbled to get it, pressing her face further into her pillow as she whined slightly.
"Hello?" she yawned, still refusing to open her eyes.
"BIANCA!" Lauren was furious, shouting into the phone, "Where are you! You've been gone for eight hours!"
"Mm-" she hummed softly and stretched, resembling a cat, "sorry, I laid down for a nap and just lost track of time, see you in thirty minutes." Before her friend could reply, Bianca hung up and laid the phone back down.
She let loose a soft sigh and curled closer to the warm mass next to her; it wasn't until she heard a soft chuckle that she paused and realized what was happening. Slowly, with heat rising to her face, she looked up to see Negan with a smug smile; he had his arms wrapped around her securely, which if she were being totally honest she didn't have a problem with but STILL. That was not the point.
"Have a nice nap?" She asked sarcastically; his smile widened and he laughed softly, "Actually yes, we should do this more often. So, you want to talk; or are you just going to keep freaking out?"
"I'm okay now; and I have come up with a conclusion that will suit both our needs."
"Then do tell."
"The undeniable fact is that we were matched up, and while I wish there was a mistake the government has yet to make one of this catastrophic size, so the end result that is expected of everyone is that we will live happily ever after. But I realize you may have other plans, and taking into the account that we are most likely not compatible, I believe it best that we simply go our separate ways and find happiness in our solo pursuits and separate paths."
For a while, there was only silence in his room, until finally he uttered out softly, "You don't want to be with me."
"Don't tell me you believe this whole heartedly," she whispered, staring at the unmasked hurt on his face, "You don't strike me as that type, Negan. Why, do you want to be with me?"
"Yes," he murmured; his eyes locked with hers and he smiled slightly, "I've spent my entire life getting whatever I want; and I don't plan on stopping that now. I want you, and dammit if I'm not going to get you."
"Touching." She whispered, rolling her eyes as she pulled out of his arms, "but sympathy is for the average, which I fear I am not."
"Well neither am I but that isn't the point, correct?" He stood, following her to his door; when she went to open it, he placed both hands against it and loomed over her, "C'mon, Little Miss perfect, take a risk."
"I don't take risks," she answered without missing a beat, staring up at him with her back digging into the door, "why should I take this one?"
"Because we are worth it."
"You…" but words failed Bianca, finding herself lost in his eyes; they stood in silence, neither of them dared moving in fear of ruining this. Bianca didn't know how much more she could take, the tension was building and she was getting this pressure building in her chest as she waited to see what would happen next.
He moved one of his hands to cup her face, running his thumb across her cheek as he smiled a little, leaning forward to where his lips brushed hers just barely. His eyes flickered to hers, asking permission, which she gave with a small whimper.
He didn't wait.
He let his lips move on hers fully, working with his hands and pulling her closer, taking over completely. Bianca hadn't ever had a boyfriend, had never kissed or been kissed, hadn't even held the hand of another; she was in shock, but willingly allowing him to lead her closer as her eyes fluttered shut and her hands running up his chest.
'Eh,' Bianca thought, 'what the hell, for right now, maybe it is best just to follow the flow of everyone else and accept this so called fate.'
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OKAY. SORRY FOR THE WAIT. But I have three other stories that I am obligated to. This will now be updated every two weeks, to fall in pattern with my story "Beautiful Lie"; and every alternating week I will be updating my other two stories "All Because I Love You" and "Surviving Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."
Anyways, see you all next time.