The first thing I noticed when I walked into class wasn't the bell, or the hum of early morning chaos.
It was her.
Lila.
Sitting in my seat.
Wearing my hoodie.
Smiling like she owned me.
She waved.
"Hey, babe."
The whole room turned to look.
And just like that, I knew this day was going to be a nightmare.
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She followed me everywhere.
And I mean everywhere.
To my locker.
To the vending machine.
To the urinal — almost. She waited just outside the bathroom door, humming.
"People are looking," I muttered during lunch.
"Let them," she said, sliding her hand under the table and gripping my thigh. Hard. "They should know you're taken."
I choked on my soda.
"Lila—"
"Mine," she whispered, licking the rim of her straw before taking a sip. "And if any of these girls forget that…"
She smiled.
But it wasn't a cute smile.
It was the smile of someone who would burn down the school just to keep me under her heel.
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And then she walked in.
Tina Marsh.
Cheerleader. Honor roll. Walking Disney princess.
She sat across from us and offered me a smile that was way too bright.
> "Hey Eli," she said. "You coming to the game Friday?"
"He's busy," Lila said before I could answer. Her hand moved higher under the table. "With me."
Tina blinked. "Oh. I didn't realize you two were—"
"We are."
> "Like… dating?"
"Like I ride his face before breakfast."
I spat my drink across the table.
Tina went pale.
Lila smiled sweetly.
"What?" she cooed, batting her lashes. "Too much?"
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By the time class started, I was sweating.
Not because of school.
Because Lila was sitting behind me.
And her foot was tracing slow, agonizing circles along my inner thigh beneath the desk.
She didn't care that we were in public.
She didn't care that people were whispering.
She only cared about me.
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The final straw?
After class, I was walking through the hallway when a girl from chem tapped my shoulder.
> "Hey Eli, um… I was wondering if you—"
She didn't finish.
Because Lila appeared out of nowhere, eyes dark, smile razor-sharp.
"Wondering if what?" she said, stepping between us.
> "N-nothing, I—"
"That's what I thought."
The poor girl scurried off like Lila had threatened to eat her soul.
I grabbed her arm.
"Lila, what the hell?"
"You're mine," she said, dragging me behind the gym. "I'm not sharing."
"You don't own me—"
She pushed me up against the wall.
"I sucked you off last night while your dad was in the next room."
My mouth opened. Nothing came out.
"I rode you with your cock trapped under me until you begged," she whispered. "You're mine. And anyone who looks at you like they want a taste is gonna regret it."
Her eyes flared, just a little.
No horns. No wings. But in that moment, she wasn't human.
She was hunger in a schoolgirl skirt.
"And if you ever let another girl touch you…" she whispered, dragging her nails down my chest, "I'll leave bite marks so deep they'll never forget who you belong to."
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Then she kissed me.
Hard.
Tongue first. Possessive. Claiming.
And just like that, I stopped caring about who saw.
Because part of me?
The worst part?
Loved it.