Make Me

Chapter one

Chapter One

6 years ago

Aiden POV

I tried to talk to her. I really did. She’s just too busy for me.

And that honestly pisses me the hell off! Girls beg to get my attention, but the one that I want has no interest.

To be fair she’s pretty detached from anyone not on her debate team, but I’m different.

And she’s different, too. I’ve never seen her be anything other than selfless to those she cares about.

I mean, s**t, walking through the halls on days where there’s a tournament after school I see her talking with her debaters and pumping them up, or giving them snacks, or even giving them her f*****g sweater.

I want her. I need her.

She will be mine.

I even talked to my father to seek his approval. He immediately said that she was who he was hoping I’d find an interest in. Her father is a good and honest man who apparently raised her well.

And on top of her crazy smarts, sexy as f**k appearance, and beyond motherly and caring demeanor to those she’s close with- she’s also a person with high morals and standards. She’s everything I want and need.

And I will have her. By force or will, I don’t care. She belonged to me the moment I saw her holding one of the kids on her debate team while they were crying, rocking stroking their back and soothing them.

I watched from afar two months ago as she allowed the girl to cry all over her before giving advice. She was so validating and sweet yet assertive. She was perfectly caring and even recited a Dr. Seuss story from memory to help the girl feel better.

Even if I get her in five years, she will belong to me. But I won’t wait more than five years. If I don’t have her in my grasps by then, I’m taking her by force.

And on top of all that, my c**k twitches almost every time I see her. In school she has two moods- concentrated and happy. I’ve never seen her display frustration, anger, hurt, or sadness. I have observed times when she has an argument with someone she cares about and she goes to the bathroom for about a half hour, coming out perfectly composed. She just takes time to calm herself, and knows that outbursts never do the trick.

Her concentrated face is the cutest thing to me. She purses her lips and narrows her eyes slightly, and her focus on whatever task she’s completing is almost palpable. Her happy face is on whenever she’s with her debate kids, or having a discussion with teachers.

A ton of boys try to stop her in the hallway to have a conversation, but she always brushes them off.

I just didn’t know I’d be someone who she would just brush off. I mean, me? Asking for tutoring? That’s a complete joke. She and I are equally as smart.

The unfortunate thing is the fact that she pushed me away makes me want her even more. I want everything with her. I want to defile her innocence- tie her down and make her scream my name until she passes out.

I want to shower her with love, affection, and spoil her to no end.

But she doesn’t want any of that. No, she just wants to work.

I’ll change that. And in five years, if I don’t have her, I’m kidnapping her. I’ll break her into being mine if I must.

I’m coming for you, Odelia. You better be ready.