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He grinned at her goofily, clearly drunk out of his mind.
"Surprise." He said, laughing a bit, in a way that was almost cute to her ears.
Laura placed her laptop on to her bag and crossed her arms. "Get out."
He sat up lazily, slouching, and opened his arms. "No, you get in."
Laura walked over to him, in an attempt to pull him up, only for him to take matters into his own hands, and pull her into
his lap. She tried to wriggle out of his lap, tired of constantly straddling her arch nemesis, but his grip on her hips remained firm. She punched his chest repeatedly with her tiny fists, but he just laughed at her gruffly.
"Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?" He asked, petting her hair clumsily with one hand.
Laura raised a brow, "Tell me then, what’s my name?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, concentrating on the problem at hand, "It starts with a C…"
Laura groaned. "You’re unbelievable. We had sex twice and you still can’t remember 5 freaking letters?"
"Calm down." He laughed. "I was just kidding, Amber."
Laura gave him her best withering stare, and Derek pouted. "No one appreciates my jokes these days."
"Tell them to someone who cares, like Caroline. I’m sure she’d love it if you called her Carla." Laura said, her words laced
with sarcasm.
He chuckled and placed his head in the crook of her heck. Despite her earlier promises, she found herself leaning into him a bit. "I think you’re right, and that’s fucking scary."
Derek moved the collar of her shirt down and started placing open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Laura wasn’t sure if it was due to his words or his actions, which led her eyes to roll to the back of her head.
"Is the thought of me being right really that ridiculous?" She managed to gasp out, as she started shivering all over.
She got Goosebumps as he started laughing against her heated skin. "It is, doll, but that’s not the scary part. What’s scary is how I can do anything to Caroline and she’ll just come back asking for more."
Laura punched him, trying to push him back, but he just held on to her tighter. "So what, you get your kicks from playing
God with little girls who are too insecure to tell you to shove it?"
He grinned at her wolfishly. "Nah, I like playing with you, you’re not as predictable as the rest of them. Granted, you are
way more fucked in the head than most, but it is a welcome change really…"
"So you got bored?" Laura asked skeptically.
He nodded, as seriously as he could. "I did."
"And now you want me to have sex with you so you won’t be as bored?" She prodded further.
"Sounded a lot better in my head." He admitted simply.
"Oh, go to hell." Laura groaned. "And while you’re at it, let me down."
"Don’t wanna." He muttered and clutched her waist, and she wasn’t sure if his words were more to himself or to her.
"Too bad." Laura said and yanked on his hair hard.
"Ow!" He yelled and grabbed her hand. While they were struggling for dominance, he lost his balance and ended up
rolling on to the floor, with her on top of him.
Derek quickly composed himself and flashed her a smile. "Well, I figured we’d go for the bed first, but you do seem fond of
riding me on the floor."
Laura pushed herself up and smoothed the creases off her skirt. To his visible surprise, she extended her hand to him, bringing his body closer to hers. She stood on her tiptoes, and breathed into his ear.
"Derek…" She purred.
He was quiet for a moment. "Yeah…?"
Laura brought her tongue out and tasted the salty skin of his earlobe, choosing to nibble on it. She grinned as he shivered in her arms. "I think we need to set some ground rules."
"Anything…" he whispered, his voice heavy with implication.
Laura rolled her eyes. He was beyond easy. She grabbed his hair once and more, yanking his head back. He yelped in pain, before backing away from her.
"What the fuck?" he yelled.
"That was your first warning. The next time I tell you to get your hands off me, you’ll do it, understood? I’m here to write a truly god-awful assessment of you and your dumb band, but don’t push me, or you’ll think my first article was a rave review." Laura said, flashing her chocolate eyes at him dangerously.
Derek pet his head and glared at her, "You really are a bitch, aren’t you?"
She laughed, "Compared to you, I’m a saint."
"Here I am, out of the goodness of my heart, offering my body away…" Derek slurred, sounding hurt.
"My heart bleeds for you. Now get out of my room before I introduce you to a crafty little device I like to call a rape whistle."
His eyes widened, before he approached her. He tried to bring his hand to her face, but she grabbed it and shoved it back to him.
Derek sighed, "Like I said, you’re unpredictable. It really is a compliment of the highest order, Sweetheart."
"And why should I care?" Laura whispered, looking deep into his unfocused blue eyes.
He looked down at her, "Why pretend like you don’t? You’re so caught up in your notions of right and wrong, that you’re
completely ignoring what you really want. What you crave, what you need."
Laura felt her breath hitch. The way he looked, his lips plump, his hair messy from her hands…it was downright sinful, and she knew he was right.
"So what? You’re so caught up wanting things, that you’ve completely lost sight of what is and isn’t right." Laura said, not breaking eye contact with him.
"And us having sex on every hard surface isn’t, I take it?" he asked.
"No, Derek." Laura sighed, feeling as if she was talking to a toddler. "It isn’t."
Derek nodded in understanding, before smirking at her dangerously. He leaned down, close to her ear, and whispered.
"No wonder its so much fun."
Laura cursed herself for shaking under his scrutiny. He moved away from her and opened the door, "Bye, Laura Miranda Bale."
She looked at him in shock, "How did you…?"
"Know your full name?" He finished her sentence for her cockily. "I know lots of things about you, courtesy of Google and a few other nifty websites. Speaking of, do you still have your cheerleader uniform, because…"
Laura glared at him and Derek raised his hands is surrender. "Fine, no one’s in the mood tonight. If you’ll excuse me, I have a blonde joke that I think Caroline is dying to hear…"
With that she left her alone with her thoughts. Laura sighed, whishing once again that she was back home, happily tucked away in her own bed. She sighed and sat down on the bed. What the hell was wrong with her lately? Despite her best efforts she felt draw to him, as if they were magnets, destined to collide. She took a deep breath. It was over now.
Whatever sick little game she’d been playing with Derek Vega was over.
For good.
Author's note.
Too early? I know. Had a free day and wrote out a new chapter. Hope you like it. No sex in here, and I'm really sorry if it disappoints you guys. But you can't really expect a sex scene in every chapter. I believe in plot and character development. If they keep screwing each other every chapter, it won't make much of a development now, would they?
And some of you guys pm'd me, asking for Derek and Laura's (especially, Laura) description. If i had to make things easier for you. I'd say;
Ian Somerhalder - Derek Vega
Nina Dobrev - Laura Bale
Candice Accola - Caroline
Paul Wesley - Daniel Vega
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