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Eden’s Point of View

“Thorne!” I yelled as I finally grabbed his arm, he had been avoiding me for three days now, and I just can’t take it anymore. I needed to talk to him.

My chest heaved, as I struggled to breath, I had been chasing through the hallways; his eyes darted down at me. A strange emotion flickered across his eyes that, an emotion that I didn’t understand, but it seemed similar to disgust.

No, I’m probably mistaken, Thorne loves me—he’s just angry.

“What is it?” He asked in a bored tone.

“Are you going to keep ignoring me like this?” I demanded, feeling a little offended and abandoned. “It’s been three days already, and I can’t believe this is the reason we are not speaking to each other.”

He paused for a while, slipping his hands into his pockets, as he stared at me like I was something insignificant. “I expect you to understand me.” My voice trembled as I added.

“Understand you?” he snickered, “And why should I be the one who keeps understanding? Don’t I have thoughts and feelings too? Am I any less important than you are in this relationship?”

“You know that is not how I see you—” He interrupted me almost immediately.

“We have been dating for three months, Eden.” He counted his index fingers in my face. “Three months!”

He ran his hands through his hair.

“And you won’t even let me fondle you, the most we have done is kiss—and in a way even that feels forced.” He complained bitterly. “I can’t even boldly raise my head high and call you my girlfriend, because I can’t be intimate with you—You’re always complaining, and evading all my advances.”

“No.” I muttered softly, my cheeks burning bright red as my heart pounded in my chest. “I am just scared; I have never done it before.”

“Yeah, sure.” He rolled his eyes. “And I am supposed to somehow worship you because you’re a virgin? It’s not all that, you’re eighteen, and most girls have your age have done it.”

“I am not most girls.” I retorted, and it came out wrong, because once again, he thinks I am trying to act like I’m morally superior.

“Yes,” He chuckled bitterly again. “You’re different from the rest of us. The pure and noble Eden.”

“Please stop.” A sob threatened to escape my lips as I whispered.

“Do you even love me?”

“Is that even a question, Thorne?” I felt disappointed, tears began to well in my eyes, because he seemed very serious as he asked the question.

“Yes, so answer it.” He pressed and I sigh, trying to find my voice.

“I love you.” I confessed, my voice breaking, but I reached for him, holding his hands. “I do. And there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Then have sex with me, give yourself to me,” he said, leaning in. “Prove to me that you love me. All couples do it—that’s what love is.”

I remained quiet.

Part of me wanted to agree with him right away, because I genuinely loved him, and I hated that we were fighting—I didn’t want to fight with him anymore, but at the same time.

I know.

I am not ready, and if he could just see that and understand.

“You, see?” He shook his head, as he pushed me off him. “You don’t love me. You never did.”

My words remained stuck in my throat, I was unable to do or say anything as I helplessly watched him leave. Tears welled in my eyes, and I felt a painful tug in my heart.

His condescending gaze hurts so much, just as I struggled with the tears in my eyes, I heard someone clear their throat from behind me.

And the scent of honey that followed.

“So, you’re my brother’s girlfriend,” The deep voice came, dangerously close, making my heart skip a beat. It sounded like he was hovering right over me. “What should I call you… Sister-in-law?”

My stomach churned painfully, just how long has he been there, and if he heard our conversation. “It’s hilarious that you’re having relationship problems because you refused to fuck him?”

I swung towards him, angry and offended, because it felt like he invaded my privacy, I glared at him. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with a strange, dangerous intensity.

My instincts screamed at me, telling me to run, but I just couldn’t, my eyes fell to his lips and I watched as the edge curved up softly, smirking mockingly at me.

“It’s bad habit to be eavesdropping at other people’s conversation.” I snapped, pushing my fears aside for a moment, I decided to lecture him. “I know you’re new around here, but this is basic manners.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “At least, I am not the one who is scared of having sex.” He mocked me, a low rumble escaped his chest as he chuckled.

That was the first time I heard him laugh, and it didn’t sound nice.

I understand why Lola thinks he is a psychopath, because he is indeed one. I turned on my heels as I tried to leave; having a conversation with someone so sick and twisted would only result to me getting hurt.

“It’s not supposed to hurt unless he is a bad fucker.” He leaned even closer, this time, I could feel his chest pressed behind me, he leaned down to whisper the rest of the words. “But you’re right to be worried, a man who pressures a woman to have sex with him, doesn’t love her.”

I felt my breath hitched, but I caught myself, won’t allow myself to be swayed by someone who listens secretly to other people’s conversation.

“It’s not your place to tell me,” I snapped, but he didn’t let me finish.

“I am Thorne’s brother,” He continued. “I know my brother, and that right there just wants to fuck you. He will be dumping your ass as soon as he is done.”

“You just want to ruin our relationship.” I spat back, and I know it sounds lame, but I didn’t want to lose on both sides. “I will talk to him, and we will fix this.”

Theron chuckled hard again.

“You’re so foolish, little rabbit.”

I frowned at this little rabbit thingy he keeps calling me. “You wanna bet?” A wild grin spread across his face. “Sleep with him today, and you will be an ex as soon as he cums.”

My cheeks burned bright, at how vulgar he was, pushing his words away, I marched forward, heading for my classroom unwilling to look back.