This is for Bree (QueenVamp). I did hers first because she's sick. Hope you feel better!
Prompt - "cancerous"
It was such a cliché.
There he was the stereotypical bad boy, all dark good looks, cocky smirk and swagger, always armed with witty retorts, suggestive grins and that dangerous, undeniable, irresistible attitude.
He wears dark clothes and drives around in a shiny black car and all the girls want him, all the guys want to be him and he doesn't care for them because he's too good for them, he's high and mighty and no one can touch him.
She's the stereotypical Queen Bee, all blonde hair and blue eyes, sweet smile, runway walk, always ready to steal the spotlight from wannabes and she's got that air around her that practically shimmers as she walks by because she's descended from the heavens and you're all just lowly mortals.
She wears bright sundresses and sometimes dark blue blouses that bring out her eyes, lips painted red, long feather duster eye lashes curled to distraction and the guys want her and the girls want to be her but she's way more awesome than them cause she's the queen of this goddamn school and they all better bow.
There on different sides of the spectrum.
She's light. He's dark.
She's preppy. He has anger issues.
She's a cheerleader. He's one of the boys who skip gym to smoke under the bleachers.
She sits with the jocks and cheerleaders and all the important popular people at the cafeteria. He sneaks out of campus to eat something that doesn't look like Big Bird shat it out.
They should've stayed away from each other, stayed in their own respective bubbles. But it was inevitable, opposites attract like magnet and she's pulled closer and closer to him until her bubble pops and suddenly she's vulnerable and raw and she hates him, God she hates him.
Hates him because he can make her feel, feel less like the unbreakable Queen Bee she made everyone else think she was, hard as stone, cold as ice – she wasn't.
And him?
He's still that dark asshole who just smirks at her when he realizes that he can destroy her with just one word, one gesture, heck, one look! And it's cancerous and sick and she just wants to kill him with his poisonous words and stare so she can be well again because he makes her ill, physically and emotionally ill.
He plays with her head. Sometimes he's good, sometimes he's bad. Everything is done to torment her and trick her brain into thinking for a moment that he feels those fluttery feelings she feels for him but then she'll see him kissing some girl and then she remembers, oh wait he doesn't.
And she can't take it anymore.
She wants to be free.
She wants this to end.
But he smiles at her, that knowing smile that says "You're mine and I'm going to play with you as long as you amuse me".
She pushes him away because he's close, too close and she wills herself to turn around and run away but her feet disobey, glued to the fucking ground. She's shaking from head to toe and he's just staring down at her with those polished obsidian eyes.
"Enough." She growls.
And he cocks his head to the side and simply says. "It's enough when I say it's enough."
She groans, wanting to pull her hair out. "I can't do this anymore! I can't keep playing these…these sick, twisted games with you! They….you…you're breaking me, destroying me and I can't handle that!"
"That was the point."
She gaps at him, eyes wide and she feels her rib cage quake with emotion. She's so angry and hurt and she wants him to feel the pain she's feeling. She wants him to hurt.
She slaps him, as hard as she can and is insulted when he doesn't even flinch, doesn't even turn his head to the side as if her blow was nothing. His eyes are dark though, still so dark, always so dark and she wishes for a moment she can read his mind and see what was wrong with this bastard?
She huffs and tries to walk away but he grabs her wrist before she can even take two steps and she's flushed against him, all lean muscle pressed up against her underneath expensive clothing. She stutters a gasp and then he cups the back of her head and then he's mouth is-
"No." She pushes him away. "Stop it."
He's still holding on to her wrist. "Never."