012 — A DARE TO KISS MY BULLY.

CHAPTER 12 — A DARE TO KISS MY BULLY.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

How did I get into this mess? A few seconds ago, I was challenged to a dare, and Yumeko forced me to say yes, grinning about how fun it would be.

I didn't want to, I really didn't want to.

When I woke up this morning with my leg and elbow sore, all I wanted to do was lay low, not speak to anyone, or fuck with anyone.

But after saying yes to the dare as requested, I am dared to kiss Rook the bully or go Naked… in public, more like telling me to die or die.

“Don't do it, he'll kill you!” Tamara warns, her eyes widening in terror.

“Do it!” Yumeko voice, grinning happily with wide open eyes.

Nabi, staggering from one foot to the other, touches me with one hand while she holds a wine bottle with the other hand, obviously drunk, yet won't stop drinking, taps me with a warm smile, “Don't do it… Catalina,” she blurts out. “It's too dangerous, Rook hates you, he'll kill you by poking his fingers into your eyes... There's something we didn't tell you, we met a girl here, she was feareless and blunt, exactly like you. she stood up to him, and then she was dared to kiss him just like your bloody situation right now, she didn’t even get to brush lips with him, one kick, no two, he stepped on her head, she's in a coma, Rook comanized her! She hasn't woken up for years, and I don't think she will.”

Nabi paused, gulping down a mouthful of wine, “You know what, shi-bal everything I just said… Kiss him!”

Yumeko threw her hands in the air, smiling widely as she pushes me to the front, “This is so much fun!”

Taking a deep breath, I limp towards Rook, who seems to be in a very terrible mood. Heaven seems to have sealed my fate. If Rook doesn't kill me, Corvin or Magnus will.

My elbow still hurt from his harsh throw, and I barely escaped, only to walk right into trouble again.

Almost getting to Rook, he turns towards me, and I freeze.

Swallowing hard, I turn around, and now, every student has their phone camera on me, excited to see what happens next.

Yumeko has her hands clapped together in front of her chest as she looks at me with eyes filled with expectations.

I let out a shaky breath and began to take my clothes off.

The whole school gasps and focuses their camera on me even more.

“Ya!” Nabi yells. “What are you doing right now? Mi-cho-sso?”

Tamara shakes her head drastically, “You won't be able to live with yourself after a naked video of you goes viral, your boobies and everything… Did you even shave? Hella no! Kiss the bully instead and be at his mercy.”

This is getting more exciting for Yumeko now. She jumps up, clapping happily with her mouth and eyes wide open. “This is so fun!”

Now I'm left with my underwear, my jeans, and my polo is on the ground beside me.

Camera light flashes in front of my face, constant pictures and videos as I reach for my bra hook, and with a deep breath and shaky fingers, I unhook it, reaching for the body of the bra to take it off.

Unexpectedly, Rook reaches me in mere seconds and hooks it back, flinging me on his shoulders, and storms towards the direction of the gym.

Everyone else follows behind us, their camera still set on me, but as soon as we get to the school gym, Rook slams the door shut.

He throws me down, and I fall on the Elliptical Trainer machine, landing on the same elbow he hurt me not too long ago. What's with him and hurting my elbow?

I didn't get enough time to wonder why he is acting the way he is.

I didn't piss him off in any way. To avoid getting in trouble with him, I decided to go naked instead, which was a totally chaotic idea, but it was all to avoid his troubles.

So why was I carried on his shoulder and brutally thrown to the ground?

But this time, the expression on his face held an emotion, for a second, and it is gone, is that anger?

“You choose to go naked over kissing me?” He growls.

Now I get it, this is over his pride.

Dragging myself back with one hand, the one that hasn't been injured by the beast, I look him dead in the eye, “The last time I came in contact with you, you slammed me to the wall and broke my elbow, something you just did again. I thought you hate being bothered, wouldn't kissing you send me to a coma?”

In the bat of an eye lash, I am pinned to a locker that was far behind us, which seems totally impossible with normal human speed. Rook is holding me to the locker with his hands gripping my neck.

Fuck me… how many times would I be choked and by how many people?

He leans closer to me, our faces almost touching, and just then, the necklace on my neck begins to react, shining bright red and vibrating on my neck.

My eyes widen, and I literally stop breathing, “You - are not… human.” I stammer, I wasn't asking, I was stating a fact. The necklace reacted because I am around a supernatural being, just like it did when Magnus chased me down the other night, and now it's reacting to him, the only one in this gym with me.

It was as if Rook heard nothing I said. Now I am trembling, just realizing the threat I had is everything but human, sent my senses all over the place.

“Do it!” Rook demands, and I slowly look up at him, still trembling.

“What?” I can barely hear my own voice.

“Kiss me!”

“Right now!”

Swallowing hard, it is the moment I shake my head frantically and try to get away from his grip, so I did, “No!” I snap.

His hand around my neck tightens, and now I can barely breathe as he leans even closer to my face, “Catalina Blessed Theodore, I said, kiss me.”

Choking and unable to speak, I shake my head slowly, hitting his hand with my hands to get him to release me. I even entirely forgot my elbow is broken and my leg is wounded from Magnus's claw mark. I just hope I don't turn into a werewolf.

I hit Rook again and again, but if anything, it makes him angrier, and I am beginning to suffocate to death. Then he reaches for both my hands with his other hand and pins them to the locker.

“Next time, just kiss me…” Rook mutters. “Like this.”

The light catches the dark hunger in his eyes, the way his lips part just enough to let his tongue dart out, wetting them in a slow, deliberate motion. His breath hitched. I see it, the way his chest rises and falls just a little faster, the way his fingers twitch on his strong hold of my arms together, as if he were fighting the urge to reach for me.

He takes a single step forward, close enough that the heat of his body radiates against mine, close enough that I can smell the spice of his cologne mixed with something darker, something primal.

Our lips brush first, just a whisper of contact, so light it could have been the ghost of a touch. A tease. A mistake. I feel the way his breath stutters against my mouth, the way his entire body tenses, as if he were holding himself back by sheer will alone.

He slowly leans in those last few inches until our mouths meet fully, until there is no space left between us, no air, no doubt. His lips were firm, demanding, and I couldn’t match him.