Chapter 18 Idle Threats & Nicknames
Idle Threats & Nicknames
Liviana
When I woke up in Dillon's bed this morning, I felt sick to my stomach. I knew I didn’t belong there—I didn’t belong with him, period.
I let the petty side of me win–instead of kicking Tiffany out of Hayes' room and taking care of him myself.
The need to be a toxic bitch rears her head every so often, and this is the perfect example.
I’ve made so many mistakes in the last twenty-four hours but one thing for sure is that I didn’t sleep with Dillon.
I couldn’t—I may have walked into his room with the intention of letting him distract me and sink his cock into me, but I couldn’t.
I lied and said I was on my period. Dillon doesn’t like blood—it actually makes him want to puke, so, when Hayes punched him repeatedly making him bleed it was almost laughable because I knew Dillon would start gagging the minute he saw it.
The only reason I stood there stunned wasn’t because I was afraid.
No, it was because I tried to stop him and he wasn’t listening.
It’s like he raged and blacked out like I do.
So it shocked me for a second to see myself through him.
The way he held that knife, I just wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to slice into me.
I was completely turned on and didn’t believe that Hayes would hurt someone else for touching me.
I know he told me he killed Knight and Chuck and I witnessed it but seeing it is different, especially because it’s Dillon.
Back home Dillon was like Hayes. Popular, rich, and a bad boy.
All the girls wanted him but all he wanted was me.
Here, though, he's at the bottom of the totem pole.
“So your parents sent you here, and you decided what? Fuck Dillon, I’m gunna get a new boytoy?” Dillon accuses, and I roll my eyes.
“Before I left, I told you it wasn’t a good idea to stay together.
My parents never told me how long I’d be here.
So there’s no point in a long distant relationship.
But see, this is where our problem lies.
You don’t ever fucking listen to a word that comes out of my mouth. ” I fire back, and his eyes widen.
“When did you become so mouthy?” he asks, taking a bite of his pancake.
“Newsflash Dillon. I’ve always been this way. Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you’d know exactly how your “girlfriend” acts,” I sass and he shakes his head,
“I don’t want you around that guy. I’m here now.” He tells me, and I laugh.
“Again, do I need to spell it out for you? We are not together, Dillon.” I say, staring at him, making sure he really fucking hears me because unfortunately for him, the feelings I once had for him are long gone.
Granted, I haven’t even been here for a week, but the pull–the electricity and the butterflies I feel every single time Hayes is near outweighs everything I’ve ever felt for anyone else.
“Wrong! End of discussion.” he deadpans, and I laugh.
A full belly laugh so loud it brings attention from everyone around us, but I don’t care.
I don’t belong to him. My heart doesn’t speak the same language he does.
All it beats for is Hayes Valentine. “Would you keep your voice down,” he scolds, and I shake my head.
“Or else what Dillon. What the fuck are you going to do? Lock me in your room for eternity. Get real. I’m with someone else, and that’s END of discussion!” I fire back, and his eyes slowly meet mine and narrow as I raise a brow, not backing down.
“Keep it up, and you will see exactly what I am capable of. If I see you with him, there will be dire consequences, and I’m not talking about going to the administration.
I will ruin you and make sure you’re sent home in a body bag.
Do I make myself clear?” He whisper-shouts but even though his voice is low the tone is nothing short of threatening. Taking a deep breath, I stand.
“Fucking crystal. Pansy bitch,” I mumble walking away, but he grips my wrist tightly, making me wince.
“Where are you going? I’m not finished eating,” he growls and I rip my arm away from him.
“To shower!” and with that, I walk away from him and out of the cafeteria to go search for Hayes. First stop–sports arena.
A few hours pass, and I take out my phone to text him. I’ve called thirteen million times and checked everywhere around this damn place. Where could he be?
Me:
I’ve been searching for you. I’m in my room. Please come talk to me.
Rolling over on my bed, I switch over to Syd’s thread, realizing I haven’t spoken to her since last night.
Me:
You good babe? I haven’t heard from you and I saw Parker earlier.
Syd Baby:
Ummm, I’m on the lamb. Don’t tell Parker. I’ll explain everything later and Oh, Kendall is fine. She got really drunk after Manhunt and passed out in the cemetery. Hit her up if you need anything. Love you.
Me:
What the fuck? What do you mean on the lamb? What did he do? It seems the men around here are all insane! Fucking jocks. Fine! You better call me with an update or I’ll be sending out a search party I swear to god!
Syd Baby:
Calm your tits. I’ll call later.
Switching back to Hayes, I text him again.
Me:
For the love of god, answer me.
Me:
You better not be with another girl, Hayes, so help me God I will kill her!
Me:
Hayes please answer.
Fuck it, Climbing out of bed I walk over to my closet and dig into the bag I came with, looking for my baggy of weed.
I need something to take the edge off. Going over to my desk I grind some up and roll a joint.
Leaning over the desk, I unlatch the window, opening it as I take my lighter from the drawer and spark the joint.
Bringing it to my mouth I take a deep pull and exhale slowly.
Getting up from my desk, I go lay on my bed, finding some music to zone out too.
I take another hit of my joint letting the weed run through my veins and settle my nerves, totally forgetting how horny it makes me.
I low-key wish someone at this damn school tattooed because that’s where I would be.
Ink therapy is what I need in a time like this.
Shit! For the next few hours, I roll more joints and smoke them to the face while listening to music and trying to not think about Hayes.
Hayzie—Hayzie Hayes Valentine–God of all gods with a huge dick and a tongue that will make you see stars.
That’s what should be on his jersey. Giggling, I sit up and immediately lay back down.
How fucking high am I? Who knows? I fucking feel great though.
“Hayzie Hayes…Hayzie Hayes…Hayes is Hayzie,” I laugh at myself and jump when there’s a faint knock at the door. I peel myself from the bed and stumble into the wood. Gripping the knob, I turn it and pull the door open only for the weight of someone barrels into me.
“Hayes, Oh my god. Hayes. Are you okay?” I ask as he wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me tightly. What the fuck?
“I-I-help- m-me p-please.” He stammers and I try to hold his weight and walk us over to the bed, laying him down. It was a fucking struggle to walk a few feet, but we made it. He pulls me down onto him but I move away and his eyes fly open.
“Don’t l-leave,” he whispers, and I giggle.
“I’m not. I’m just going to go close the damn door crazy Hayzie.” I say and his body freezes and his nose wrinkles in disgust.
“Don’t call me that,” he groans, trying to get comfortable. I roll my eyes, walking over to the door and shutting it. Making sure I flip the lock, I go back over to him and assess the damage. My eyes widen when I see his face is splattered with blood, his right eye is bruised, and he looks a mess.
“Can we get you showered?” I ask, but he shakes his head.
“Not now, lay with me please. I need to feel you. It’s been a fucked up twenty four hours and I just need you, Liv,” he confesses and I nod, completely agreeing with him because he’s right.
There’s more carnage when we are apart rather than when we are together.
Peace and solace is what I feel in this moment, now that he’s here with me in my bed.
Even if he’s beaten and bloodied—he’s here, with me.
Lifting my shirt over my head, I remove my bra and slide my leggings off, leaving myself in nothing but boy shorts. I climb into my bed next to him and lay on his chest, cupping his face. He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arm around my thigh lifting it to lay on him.
“You’re not close enough baby,” he whispers, making me giggle.
“Where were you? I looked everywhere for you!” I tell him but he places his finger over my mouth.
“Shh, I need to rest. Give me a few hours, then you can yell at me.” he says and I sigh. Closing my eyes, I snuggle closer to him, listening to his heart beat in his chest. This is where I want to be–right here with him–My Sinister Valentine.