“You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style.” — Heathcliff Earnshaw.
“I'm not checking you out. You're pathetic if you think I am.” My answer was weaker than I presumed, and the sound of him guffawing made my attention snap back at him, flaring my nostrils. What a nerve. God, I truly hated this guy.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tobias.” The sardonic tone in his voice angered me to the ends of the earth, and made me grip the car door harder for self-restraint. I shut my eyes for a second, blood pulsating through my veins for an outburst.
“Don't bother yourself about my night activities. Take care of your own.” I snapped, hissing at him with contempt dripping from my voice. His gaze slithered back at me, white hot with intensity. God forbid, I wanted to rip his clothes off and make out with him in this very car, but ahem, enemies with benefits wasn’t a really nice option. Though, I didn’t know if that was ever a thing?
“Watch your mouth, Harris. Or you'll regret it. Because you don’t quite know what I'm capable of.” I stared down at him, equally angry for being talked back like that. He was gonna be an asshole? Fine, he had no idea to which extent I could go.
“Oh yes? Tolerating you in this car ride which will last for god knows how many hours isn't enough of a punishment? Clearly this isn’t peace, or else I wouldn’t have been stuck in here with you. And about your capability — I, however, seriously doubt that as someone like you relies on what their filthy rich parents are capable of to validate their non-existing self worth.” No sooner had the words left my mouth, his knuckles gripped the steering wheel harder, turning ghastly white.
But as soon as the anger surfaced, it was wiped off, with him letting out a sinister chuckle as he proceeded, “Car ride wearing you out, huh? That’s not good because you'll be in my room for the whole duration of the trip.” His cool words sliced through my brain and I narrowed my eyes to slits, glaring at him.
“This is not working. I'm moving in Jeremy's room. Like hell, I would move in yours. No devil has possessed me to this day.”
He quietly glanced at the looking glass, then back at me, profusely chuckling, “Wait, Jeremy didn’t tell you that? About the change of arrangements? It’s either my room or the street. Your choice.” What the fuck? Who did he think he was?
“You did not.”
“Oh, I did.”
Why did I even sign up for this trip? Sleeping in the same room as him? Was it coincidental or did he know that I was fucking Jeremy and decided to cock block me? And even if he did, how was that any of his fucking business?
“Listen, you son of a bitch. What the fuck do you think you are? How dare you control people as if they were disposable? It’s his fucking house so he gets to make the selection about who sleeps in whose room.” I seethed through my gritted teeth, when he took an abrupt sharp turn to the left, halting the car which a jerk.
And the very next second, he was hovering over me, which unspoken hatred in his eyes. Oh no shit. I was nervous, maybe even scared but as I previously said, I was way too proud to show it. And infront of him? Hell no. Sitting up from his seat, he moved closer to me, separating our faces by a mere inch, and our lips by a centimetre or two. His face was distorted in an ugly grimace, and his lips were pulled out in a disgusted snarl.
He gripped my shirt collar, harshly pulling me towards him as I met his eyes with sheer boldness, “Refrain from insult as much as possible. I am the captain. And don't you fucking forget it. Whatever I says, goes. In my team. In the college.” His words had a tinge of malice along with the menacing glare and tone — which could fear the boldest.
I hated him. I hated the fact that he was arrogant. I hated that he was so self absorbed. I hated that he could drive my heart in a frenzy whenever he was near. I hated that I felt so helpless in his presence. I hated that he could control me. I hated that he was a better swimmer than I. I hated that he knew it too. I hated that he called me a manwhore because his girlfriend left him for me. And what I hated most was, despite all that, I wanted him.