Hate me

But it’s obvious the ugly duckling syndrome is long gone now that her nose finally grew into the rest of her face and she filled out in all the right places. 

Briefly, I let my gaze fall to her tits. Her perky D cups strain against the white fabric of her shirt, threatening to pop out at any moment. 

However, it’s the utter fear swimming in those bright green eyes that makes my dick hard.

The room grows silent—so silent I can hear the sound of her heart beating like a freight train. 

Fuck. Aspen looks terrified. Her ivory skin is coated in a sheen of sweat and her two crooked front teeth dig into her plump bottom lip as she steals a nervous glance at the door, no doubt debating whether she should make a run for it. 

Too late. 

The energy in the classroom buzzes with anticipation as everyone looks on with bated breath…awaiting my next move. 

Each and every one of these losers fears me, and if I make it clear that she isn’t to be messed with…they wouldn’t dare cross me.

I could do the noble thing and draw the line in the sand. 

I could take the scared little bird under my wing and protect her. 

I could show my new wounded animal some mercy. 

But mercy wasn’t something I was capable of. 

I hold her gaze. “You need a pen?”  

She visibly swallows. “Yes.” 

My lips curl as I pick up my pen and throw it across the room. “Go fetch, fire crotch.” 

The room erupts in snickers and howls as she slinks down in her seat.

My mother once told me that the first time she saw my father, it was love at first sight. 

It was the exact opposite for me when I saw Aspen Falcone. 

I hated her face and the stupid freckles lining the bridge of her nose.

I hated her smile and her crooked teeth.  

I hated the carefree way she giggled and how the wind blew her long red hair as she swung on the swing.

I hated the way she looked at me when our gazes collided—like she could see all the demons taking up residence in my black soul.  

I hated her for prying and asking shit she had no business asking. 

I hated her for breathing the same air as me. 

I hated her for existing.