hello! ive once again hit several writers block with my other stories. so while im incapable of writing for those, there is this in the meantime! this first chapter is pretty short - a prologue, perse. the next chapters will be longer though, and i will be uploading the second chapter soon. let me know what you think of this first little chapter!
happy reading lovelies :)
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Meliodas sits idly at his desk, munching quietly on the food his roommate cooked earlier. His room is dark, solely being luminated by the soft light of his computer screen. He scrolls through his social medias, occasionally ogling a woman's post when he happens to scroll past one.
He is rather popular amongst his classmates - every single day, he almost always had a girl trying to either get with him or trying to get into his pants. Meliodas often indulges in some of the girls' fantasies, but never asks them out. He doesn't want anything serious– but he sure as hell won't deny sex if pretty girls practically offer themselves to him.
But there was one girl in particular that never even looked his way. Elizabeth Liones; most definitely one of the most beautiful women he's ever had the pleasure of seeing. She's more academically driven than he ever could be; always getting straight A's or a hundred on every test she's ever taken. He has a class or two, maybe even three, with her but other than that he knows nothing else about her.
Only thing he knows for sure is that she's single, has the best pair of tits he's ever seen and the brightest blue eyes anyone could ever have.
Meliodas chews his food slower as he stops scrolling, his mind suddenly blanking. On his screen is Elizabeth's own social media profile… what the hell are the chances? Absent-mindedly he clicks on her profile, but just as he does, the corner of his screen flashes with a notification. He sighs before clicking on it.
But then he's dropping his silverware onto his plate, his breath stuttering in his throat and chest.
The notification was from one of his professors, claiming that he's failing his classes. Usually he wouldn't really care - he would pull himself back up before the end of a semester - but as he skims through the email, his heart drops in his chest.
I've already contacted your coach, wrote his professor, and he's suspending you from the team until you're able to bring your GPA back up. Best of luck.
"Best of luck, my ass," Meliodas groans to himself, pushing his food off to the side, seemingly losing his appetite.
What is he supposed to do now? He doesn't know any tutors that request a reasonable price per hour and he sure as hell isn't joining some study group. Meliodas curses under his breath, upset beyond words can say. He can't exactly just sweet talk his way out of being suspended from the basketball team, nor can he just beg for his grades to be curved.
With a frustrated sigh, he clicks off the email and returns to Elizabeth Liones' profile.
But then, as he glances at her bio, he realizes that she's a tutor. He could cry out in relief, but he knows full well that he isn't saved - at least not yet. If he's heard of her, she's definitely heard of him. Which means she's also definitely heard of the rumors that float around his name. She's probably heard things like Meliodas Vayne is a fuck boy or Meliodas Vayne only wants girls for their bodies and other demeaning things.
And he can't deny - they were somewhat true. It's just the sex is more of a… stress reliever than anything, really.
As he scrolls through Elizabeth's page, he decides that he'll have to pursue her and convince her to help him. And he won't back down.
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"Another one hundred?!" Diane exclaims, shaking Elizabeth by her shoulders.
Elizabeth laughs and leans forward, wrapping her arms around her best friend's waist. "Why are you so surprised?" She asks before sighing contentedly in Diane's arms.
"Because," the brunette responds in a mocking tone, "this test was the hardest one anyone has ever taken in our district! And you aced it like nothing! I'm serious; I'm pretty sure you were blessed with the most beautiful and biggest brain in the entire fucking universe." Diane states and pulls away from their embrace to drop onto the couch in their dorm room.
The silverette giggles and turns, intending to walk into their kitchen and cook something for dinner. She hums as she opens the fridge, silently deciding on making some quick pasta.
As Elizabeth takes out the ingredients she needs, she peaks her head into the living room, smiling as Diane flips through channels on the TV.
"How does pasta sound tonight, Di?"
Diane grins widely from ear to ear, leaning further into the couch and stretching out her arms. "Mac n' cheese, please!"
Again, Elizabeth laughs and retreats back into the kitchen. Macaroni and cheese it is, she concludes.
It doesn't take long for the silver haired woman to get things going - now she just had to play the waiting game for a few minutes while the pasta boiled and the sauce thickened. She took a cup out of one of the cupboards, suddenly craving orange juice. When she opened the fridge, she was relieved to find the carton of juice half-way filled.
Typically it would be nearly empty; Diane would always drink most, if not all of it before Elizabeth could even get the chance to open a fresh jug.
She sips on her juice, pulling her phone out of her pocket wanting to kill time while she waits. Elizabeth checks her notifications and her brows raise before they crease as she reads over a private message from a user she doesn't recognize. Curiosity gets the best of her and she can't resist tapping on the message.
But as she looks at the person's profile picture, her lips part and a gasp escapes her.
"Why is Meliodas of all people messaging me?" She asks no one in particular, quietly. If Diane hears her, all hell will break loose, she's sure…
In his message, he basically started with a short hello, then got straight to the point. He wants her help - he wants her to tutor him so he can play on the basketball team again. Elizabeth scoffs; if he cares so much about playing, why didn't he maintain a good grade average? Does he even do well enough on his district tests?
-Why, pray tell, should I help you? Elizabeth wrote.
She's surprised when his response is immediate.
-I'll pay more than what you usually ask for. Huh. She had to say; it is pretty damn tempting. -I need this, Elizabeth. Can you help me?
-No. Elizabeth keeps it short. Because really—she doesn't want to help someone that values getting his dick wet rather than actually doing well in school.
-What can I do to convince you? Surely there's something you want.
-Nothing.
-I don't believe that. He responds and Elizabeth feels her patience running thin. -Is there some guy you wanna get with? I'll set you up with him as long as you help me with my grades.
Ugh - why does he immediately go there? And more importantly, why did her mind wander to Mael when she read his message? -No. I'm fine being single. I'm not going to help you so stop being so persistent.
(She certainly wouldn't mind attaching herself to Mael's arm, but there's no way in hell he even knows her name, let alone have the same desire to be with her like she does with him.)
-I'll convince you, just you wait.
Elizabeth scoffs slightly and puts her phone down, returning to her dinner still cooking on the stovetop. Meliodas can try all her wants, he can commit himself to attempting to get her to help, but she won't fall victim to his tactics no matter what.
Elizabeth Liones will not give into temptation.
