Chapter 141
Chapter 141
Alison’s POV
The quad’s icy air bites my skin as Crew storms off, his roar—“I love Lily, not you!”—a jagged blade in my chest, his rejection a fire igniting my fury. My golden hair whips in the wind, my blazer tight, my skirt taunt, my body humming with rage and desire as I stand, trembling, his words burning: “You’re pathetic.”
Rita’s beside me, her dark eyes flashing, her psychology notebook clutched like a weapon, her own seduction attempt—her hand on his chest, her stupid words “We’d be good together”—shattered by his rage.
He’s gone, his boots faded, but the fight’s not over; it’s between us now, and I’m ready to tear her apart for daring to chase my Crew, my heart’s obsession, the man I’ll reclaim from Lily’s weak grip.
Rita spins on me, her face twisted, her voice a venomous hiss.
“You fucking ruined it, Alison!” she screams, stepping close, her breath hot, her hand jabbing my chest. “I saw Crew first, had him in my sights, and you threw yourself at him like a desperate slut, scaring him off!” Her words sting, her accusation a spark to my already blazing anger, and I smirk, wicked, my eyes narrowing, my pussy tingling with the thrill of this fight, her jealousy a mirror to my own.
“Your Crew?” I snarl, shoving her hand away, my voice low,dangerous, my nails biting my palms. “He was mine first, Rita—fucking me, loving me, until I messed up. You’re nothing, a wannabe stealing my scraps.” I step into her space, my tits brushing her jacket, my perfume—jasmine and musk—clashing with her floral scent, my heart pounding, the memory of Crew’s cock, his hands on my ass, fueling my claim.
“Back off, or I’ll make you regret it.” My threat’s a promise, my rage, a storm I’m unleashing.
She laughs, sharp, mocking, her eyes glinting with defiance.
“You? Make me regret it? You’re a has-been, Alison, chasing a guy who hates you. I saw him first this year, his eyes on me in psych, and I was this close before you fucked it up with your pathetic begging.”
She shoves me, her hands hard on my shoulders, and I stumble, my sneakers slipping,with my fury exploding, my vision turns red.
The quad’s silence with students pausing, their whispers a distant hum, but it’s just us, two predators clawing for the same prize, Crew’s heart a battlefield I won’t lose.
I lunge, grabbing her jacket, yanking her close, my voice a growl. “You don’t know shit about him,” I hiss, my face inches from hers, my breath hot.
“I had him screaming my name, his mine, and I’ll have him again—tutoring’s my chance, not yours.” My eyes blaze, my pussy throbbing, the thought of Crew’s body, his surrender, a fire I’m stoking.
Rita’s eyes widen, her bravery fading off, but she twists free, her elbow catching my ribs, pain flaring,as my gasp is sharp.
“Bitch!” she yells, her voice cracking, her hand swinging, nails raking my cheek, a burning sting that draws blood.
I touch my face, my fingers red, and my rage surges, as I release a psycho scream as I tackle her, my body slamming hers to the ground, slush soaking my skirt, my knees pinning her thighs. “You think you can raise your filthy hands on me? Huh?” I snarl, my fist raised as I hit her face, my heart is a purging furnace, her struggling beneath me is weak. “Crew’s mine, and you’re nothing!” My words are loud, my anger has blurred her blood, my goal.
She bucks, her hands clawing my arms, her nails tearing my blazer, her voice desperate. “Get off, you psycho!” she screams, her eyes wild, fear mixing with fury.
“You’re delusional—Crew loves Lily, not you! I had a shot, and you ruined it!” Her words cut, Lily’s name that I hate so much, her soft love a chain I hate, and I slap her, hard, her cheek reddening, her gasp a spark to my fire.
The crowd grows, phones out, but I don’t care, my world narrowed to Rita, to Crew, to my need to win, to prove I’m not nothing.
I grab her hair, yanking, she yelps a victory, when she twists, and hits her knee against my thigh, pain shooting, my grip loosening.
She scrambles up, her face flushed, her notebook forgotten in the slush, and swings, her fist grazing my jaw, a dull ache that fuels my rage. I’m on my feet, my body alive, with the chaos, the fight, the hunt for Crew. “You’ll pay,” I growl, lunging as I put her boobs as she screamed in pains,
but strong hands—security, maybe—pull us apart, their shouts distant, my eyes locked on Rita, her chest heaving, her lip bleeding, my mark on her a fleeting triumph.
“You’re crazy!” she yells, her voice hoarse, her eyes burning. “He’ll never want you, Alison! You’re a fucking mess!” Her words are a dagger, Crew’s “I love Lily” echoing, and I’m shaking, my cheek stinging, my heart fracturing, but I smirk, defiant, my voice low, venomous.
“He’ll be mine,” I say, my words a vow, my body trembling, my blood a pulse of resolve. “And you’ll watch, Rita, crying for scraps.” I spit at her feet, as the guards dragging us apart, her glare a challenge I’ll crush.
The crowd disperses, my breath ragged, my mind racing—Crew’s tutoring, my chance to seduce him, to fuck him, to break Lily’s hold. Rita’s nothing, her flirtation a joke, her blood a taste of my power.
I think of Fig, his texts—“Need you again”—his cock in the bathroom, the car, a release I used, but Crew’s the prize, his intensity, his love, a fire I’ll steal. My cheek throbs, my blazer torn, but I’m alive, the fight a spark, Rita’s defeat a step closer to Crew. I imagine him, his lips on mine, his cock hard, Lily’s tears a memory, and my pussy clenches, my resolve iron. My parents’ threat—cutting me off—looms, but I don’t care, my focus is on Crew, on winning.
“To the principal's office now.” A voice yelled. I turn and see Fig with a look of disappointment on his face in the crowd.
“Both of you!!!”
I pulled myself from one of the security's grip as I walked away from the crowd, my sneakers squeaking, my body a weapon, my heart a blaze. Rita’s yells fade, her chance gone, while I’m a storm, unstoppable.
I’ll corner Crew, my lips on his neck, my hand on his cock, his resolve crumbling. Lily’s weak, her love fragile, but I’m fire, untouchable. I’ll have him, fuck him, own him, no matter the cost, no matter the fight, Rita or Lily.