Mistaken
2676 Words
I lost my first kiss
I lost my freaking first kiss!!
I screamed in frustration throwing the pillows in the air and quilt on the ground.
Raven stared at me, bored with my childish tantrums.
"You know this is insane!! I mean you just kissed the Prince! Omg!! Can you believe it!!"
My next pillow attacked her face as I nearly screamed at her.
"He took my first kiss goddamit!! And you are happy!! You are not my friend anymore!! I hate you!!
Her face held surprise as she stared at me with mouth open.
" Are you serious?/You are pissed off because your crush took your first kiss?"
Sitting down on the bed I ran my hands through my now entangled hair.
"You don't understand Raven...he......he didn't want to kiss me...he just by accident had to.
Didn't you see the anger in his eyes after we kissed...he hates me and now he will hate me more!!"
"Oh come on! So what...it's no big deal for him...he kisses quite often why will he be pissed?"
"Exactly my point Raven...this kiss..it means nothing to him..but for me. It meant a lot!"
Raven's excited eyes lost their spark as she realised the truth behind my words.
She slumped down on the bed next to me
"You are right...for him, it was just a mere kiss."
I raised my eyebrows, exactly my point.
"No s**t sherlock!! Now help me hide for few days...that Stacey will again try to bully me and I am in no mood of taking her or for that matter anyone's s**t!"
"Aye aye captain!"
We both laid down on the bed with eyes fixed on the ceiling fan and mind in turmoil.
"By the way, you didn't tell me how was the kiss?"
This time I smacked her head and she cried in fake agony.
"Just shut up!"
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I managed to hide in the shadows once again.
Bunking classes
Hiding behind books
Minding my own business
I changed the corridor he walked in and made my way clear of him at all times.
But one day I knew I have to face him.
And it was inevitable
Nearly 2 weeks have passed since that incident.
It was my way to return to my class as my leaves were falling short and my scores will get compromised then.
As soon as I entered my eyes involuntary landed on the seat behind me and to my surprise it was empty.
Doing a happy dance in my mind, I rushed towards my seat and placed down my books.
Pulling ahead my seat and adjusting my things, my hands stopped when they landed on someone.
He was laughing at a joke his friend cracked and I could not help glare at him with all the hate I could muster.
My hands turning into fists, nearly cracking the pencil into two pieces.
As if sensing my stare, his eyes met mine and he froze.
His happiness, died down like a flickering bulb and fear entered his eyes.
Gulping his saliva, he took a step back while not daring to stare into my angry orbs.
Excusing himself, he ran out of the classroom.
Not wasting another second I followed behind.
Not caring for anything else right now.
I entered the halls to see him running while pushing people aside.
His thin frame knocking down people and things on his way.
Every second he looked back to see if I was following him and this made me laugh at his coward self.
He turned left in the last hallway while vanishing all of a sudden.
I knew where he went.
Slowly reaching the place, I stood outside with my arms crossed on my chest and my back pressed on the railing.
Finally, the bell rang and halls started getting empty.
Students rushed out of the men's washroom leaving my enemy to be trapped inside.
Satisfied that there is no one inside except him I made my way inside.
My knuckles ready to smash into something and anger ready to vent out.
To my surprise it was dark inside, you could identify a shape but nothing other than that.
The sound of a running shower could be heard from inside a cubicle.
Ignoring it I stood at a corner waiting for him to come out.
My eyes fixed on the centre cubicle where the shower was running.
But instead, I saw another cubicle door opening slowly and there stood my target looking here and there cautiously.
Unaware of my presence.
Before he could take another step further I lashed onto him like a crazy bi***.
My one hand pressed tightly on his lips and the other pushing him back inside the cubicle.
My fist collided with his nose and I could smell blood.
Not stopping I continued to punch him after punch.
With my hand muffling his painful screams I next moved to kick him just like his men kicked me that day.
Pumping out all my anger I saw red.
His body curled in a fetal position as I heard some bones breaking and saw old wounds opening.
"Please....leave...I...beg...I am sorry"
Being the pathetic words leaving his lips.
Curling my fingers around his neck, I leaned forward with an expression that very few get to see.
His body thrashed for release as I continued to choke him.
His eyes begging for an apology this one last time.
"You will tell me the names of the guys that accompanied you that day"
My voice a mere whisper above his quivering lips.
He nodded immediately desperate for my release.
Her hand curled back and he started panting.
"They....they work in an underground club....Silver night...street 2...10 pm.
They gather there every Saturday"
"Please I am sorry...I swear I will neve-"
I didn't let him complete and banged his head on the wall behind.
"Just shut it a*s***!"
His body slides down the ground as I stepped back from him.
"You refused to give them money and they did this to you.
The reason you got these bruises.
Any other word about today and-"
"I won't I swear!! I swear!!Please!!"
I nodded at him and he stood up on his wobbly legs.
My eyes watching him like a hawk.
The second he stepped out of the threshold, he ran at full speed away from me.
My mind finally relaxing.
Cleaning the blood on my hands I stood there for a few seconds when I heard some voices coming my way.
Cursing in my head I looked around and rushed inside a cubicle.
My heart beating at a fast rate at being get caught inside men's washroom.
Completely unaware of the fact that it was the same washroom where the shower was running a few minutes ago.
And someone stood behind me in all his n***d glory.
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He stared at the girl sitting in his lap and kissing his neck.
Her hands experienced and lips sinful.
But surprisingly all her tactics did nothing.
He looked bored and eager to escape her arms and do his pending work.
Pulling back from her he got up from her seat and she whined in response.
"Please, Prince Daniel! You do this every time!
Can we please continue somewhere else?"
Her eyelashes flickering in an attempt to look seductive.
And hands holding onto his arm.
Knowing well that she will not stop unless he agrees
He nodded while looking at his watch.
"4 the period, 2 nd cubicle men's shower room"
She kissed his cheek in excitement and he just nodded and left.
Running his hand through his hair he walked down the corridor with everyone clearing the way for him.
Few wished him to which he nodded in response.
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Her body was pushed back with so much force that she nearly stumbled on her own feet.
Her hands landing on something hard.
Before she could even scream for help his lips were pressed on her with his hand fisting her hair for more access.
She knew that taste being the only like she ever kissed.
His Cologne confirming his identity for her.
She couldn't speak with his tongue dancing inside her mouth and his hands entrapping her.
Next, she knows she was pushed back more and she could feel her body getting drenched in water.
The cold water in complete contrast to the hotness she was feeling inside.
Her screams got lost somewhere as her body started feeling foreign things.
His other hand slowly unbuttoning her shirt and getting it off her shoulders.
Realising what he was doing she started hitting his chest to only have him grab them above her head and push her on the wall behind.
The shower knobs poking her back and his body covering her front.
Her eyes were rolling back.
Reason unknown to her.
Her lungs felt heavy all of a sudden as he stole all her breath.
Too naive to know that she has to breathe from her nose, she found herself at the verge of fainting with a mere kiss by his lips.
Suddenly he left her lips to the only grab onto her hips and push her upwards.
"Stacey stop with this naive sh**! Bit** up and fu** like a proper woman!"
His words made her freeze in horror, her hands turning cold and colour draining from her face.
Before she could voice up her identity, his lips again crashed into hers with a roughness she never knew before.
His rough assault leaving her a shaking mess under him with her cries of pain getting confused with moans of ecstasy.
"Guys you should have seen his face! He was shocked to see us!"
"Why are the lights off here?"
Some boys said coming inside the washroom and sharing their exciting stories.
Unaware of the scene going on behind the closed cubicle.
His lips left hers to only have him press his hand on her lips,
An attempt to hide her moans from others unaware of her desperation for help.
His lips now attacked her slender neck making her truly moan this time.
His lips doing wonders and her body reacting to them quite aptly.
Her knees felt weak and she found herself sliding down along the wall.
To only have him pull her towards his chest and touch every inch of her front to his.
Her hands tired of thrashing for release and her eyes tired of these new emotions.
He didn't stop
Confusing her inactivity with submission he was ready to show her his dominant ways.
His hand left her mouth to only have him run his thumb on her lip and kiss the corners.
His thumb enjoying the softness of her lips which never felt so soft before.
"You can drive a man crazy with this body "
He spoke seductively to only get silence in return.
Till now Stacey would have ripped his clothes and attacked him like a hungry lioness.
What happened to her?
Confused he stopped and looked at her face to only see her dark shape in return
"Please...I...."
Her voice was different, she never sounded so helpless
His thumb that was placed on her lips stilled as he realised that her's were pouty and luscious.
While to ones under him were thin and trembling.
As the possibility of doing all this to someone else crosses his mind, he moved back all of a sudden to see the body nearly crash on the ground.
Catching her instantly he dared to ask the next question when the light flickered on and his mouth went dry all of a sudden.
There in his arms was the only girl he ever detested in his life.
Her innocent eyes looking up at him in helplessness.
He took in her form and couldn't help hate himself at his stupidity.
Her small lips were bruised with his rough kisses.
Her hair a tangled mess after suffering his dominating ways.
Her neck was covered in hickeys and her n***d shoulders were visible with her shirt losing hanging on her breasts.
She was drenched from head to toe and couldn't help to ignore her trembling form in his arms.
"Sh**!! f*****g sh**!! What the hell are you doing here!!"
Stepping back from her he hurriedly covered his lower body with a towel and looked down at her in anger and hate.
She managed to lift herself with the support of the wall.
The fire returning in her after his withdrawal.
Her hands moved to lift her shirt and button it up when it's of no use as he has already seen it all.
His eyes refusing to meet hers as he ran his hand through his wet hair in frustration
"So this is another of your tricks huh? Trick to get close to me?
These are heights of stalking!!
You sneak into men's shower room and b****y watch me shower!!"
His hands refraining from shaking her shoulders and putting some sense into this crazy girls brain
"Just how desperate can you be huh? Acting all innocent and pure and hiding all your disgusting desires?"
Her body was shaking under the weight of his accusations.
Her character was her pride and no man got the right to degrade it.
Go tell with his royal status.
Fisting her hands she looked up at him with her subdued anger.
"If being in men's washroom is a crime then molesting someone is r**e!!"
His eyes widened at the words she used and blames she places.
"Molesting? For your kind information, it was you who was moaning like a desperate who**!
I would have known earlier if you would have stopped me...but no you were enjoying the attention that no man ever gave to someone as ugly as you!!"
He regretted the words the second they left his lips, but he had no choice.
Her questioning the character of a person like him had made him lose his temper.
Her accusations have hurt him and he wanted to return the favour.
"I would have if you would not have kissed me like a starved animal and silenced my cries!!"
"You mean moans? I saved you from embarrassing yourself!! Those boys would have heard you and you could be called the next slu* of this college!"
She looked at him in disbelief.
"I did no such thing!"
"You mean moan?"
"Yes, that thing and don't speak about it like that!"
"Like what?"
"Like....just don't.....just shut up!! Don't talk to me!!"
"You started! Who wants to talk to you?"
Stomping her foot in frustration she was going to leave the washroom when he stopped her.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"Are you this dumb or is today a special occasion?"
Her words making him glare at her with a warning.
"I can't risk anyone seeing us together.. I will leave first you follow a few minutes later"
She kept silent at this, finding logic behind it.
"Fine but if you dare tell anyone what happ-"
"Oh come on you are not someone to brag about..just get over yourself."
Her mouth was open in surprise and his next words made it drop to the ground.
"And yes if you still have any doubts regarding me 'molesting' you? Just check the wetness below, for its not only water that gets you wet"
Did he just say that?
That pretentious basta***
A few minutes later she left the washroom with no one seeing her.
Her thumping heard managed to thump even faster as she replayed the scene in her mind and turned a hundred shades red.
Her fingers running on her swollen lips and her legs still quivering with the aftereffects.
Standing in front of the mirror in her room she nearly collapsed on the ground when she saw herself.
The numerous marks on her neck made her cry in frustration and she screamed to heavens for help.
For she was losing her mind and it was all your Majesty's fault.
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Innocence us not spoken but felt,
Just like a rainbows beauty is seen not heard.
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- Writer
