She was tight, so fucking tight, the kind of tight that made me question whether I'd ever be able to walk again. Her walls clenched around me like a vice, drawing a groan from deep in my chest as she took me all the way to the hilt.
Scarlett's head fell back, a breathy moan spilling from her lips as she bottomed out, her thighs trembling against my waist. "Tell me you're proud of me," she purred, her voice dripping with something between madness and desire.
Her knife pressed harder, drawing a thin line of blood down my neck. A drop welled up, hot and slick, and I swallowed hard.
"Or else?" I managed, my voice cracking like a teenage boy's.
She ground down on me, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made my vision blur. "Or else I'll carve my name into your chest while you scream," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. Then, with a wicked grin, she added, "And trust me, you will scream."
I believed her.
"I—I'm proud of you," I stuttered, my cock twitching inside her despite the absurdity of the situation.
Scarlett moaned in response, her eyes flashing with something feral before she leaned down, her lips brushing my ear.
"Good boy," she crooned, her voice dripping with venom and something else—something that made my balls tighten. "Now tell me you love me. Tell me you want to die with me today."
My brain short-circuited. 'Is this a fucking double suicide thing now?'
"What?" I squeaked, my hips jerking involuntarily as she clenched around me.
"LISTEN TO ME," she shrieked, slapping me hard across the face. The sting sent a jolt through me, but it only made my dick throb harder. "YOU'RE MY BITCH NOW. SO. DO. AS. I. SAY!"
She rode me harder, her nails digging into my chest as she bounced on my cock like a woman possessed.
The knife never left my throat, but somehow, the danger only made this hotter. I could feel my orgasm building, my spine tingling, my balls drawing up tight.
BANG!
The door didn't just open—it got obliterated off whatever dignity it had left, slamming against the wall so hard I swore the hinges cried out in pain.
Both of us flinched as sunlight poured into the clinic like divine intervention had finally clocked in for duty, and I squinted through the brightness, half-expecting a teacher, a guard, or the school nurse—anyone normal.
Instead it was Vivienne Sterling.
The campus delinquent, the girl people whispered about like she might bite if spoken to too loudly.
'Did she hear me?' My brain immediately spiraled. 'Please tell me she didn't hear me. Oh my God, she definitely heard me. Why is she even here? Why is she helping me? What is happening today?'
"Get the fuck off him!" she barked, her voice hitting the room like a thunderclap.
Before Scarlett could even register what was happening, Vivienne moved.
One brutal kick sent Scarlett flying off me and crashing to the floor with a heavy thud that made every bone in my body flinch in sympathy.
THUD!
For a split second, there was silence then Scarlett let out a shrill, furious scream, snatching up the knife she'd dropped like that alone would fix the humiliation she was clearly experiencing.
"YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT US?!" Scarlett shrieked.
"She has a knife! Watch out!" I shouted, because apparently I still felt the need to contribute something useful even though Vivienne fucked up my first time.
"I can see that," Vivienne replied flatly, not even glancing back at me. "But thank you for the reminder."
She positioned herself between us like she'd done this kind of thing a hundred times before, all calm shoulders and lethal confidence, while Scarlett trembled on the other side with rage practically pouring off her.
Meanwhile, I was still on the floor, mentally filing a report titled "Worst Morning of My Life."
"Don't talk to him!" Scarlett snapped. "He's mine!"
I blinked, still trying to catch up with reality. "I don't even know you," I muttered.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because Scarlett made a sound like she was about to explode and charged at Vivienne with the knife raised high.
Vivienne didn't even flinch..
She just… waited.
And then—
CRACK.
One clean punch.
That was it.
No dramatic back-and-forth, no struggle—just one perfectly timed hit straight to the jaw.
Scarlett's body lifted off the ground again like gravity had personally given up on her before she came crashing down, limp and unmoving, like someone had just cut the strings on a puppet.
I stared at Vivienne in stunned silence.
'Wow. So this is what being saved by the most dangerous girl on campus looks like.'
Probably a very good thing I hadn't somehow managed to offend her before this.
My eyes drifted to Vivienne, and that was when the sheer embarrassment of the situation caught up with me all over again.
She looked strong, unbothered, completely in control—right up until her gaze flicked downward for the briefest second and she immediately looked away.
"Caleb," she said, her voice noticeably softer now, though there was still a sharp edge of urgency to it. "Put your pants on."
My soul left my body.
"Oh—shit—sorry—" I scrambled, face burning, and fumbling so badly I nearly made it worse before managing to pull everything back into place with whatever remained of my dignity. "...And thank you."
Which, realistically, was impossible.
But I tried anyway.
She gave a curt nod. "Don't mention it."
And then she just stood there.
Like some kind of battle-hardened, rule-breaking guardian angel who showed up, knocked someone out cold, and didn't even break a sweat doing it. If this were a movie, there'd be dramatic music playing behind her. M
Instead, there was just me, half-dressed, sweating. traumatized, and very aware that my life had peaked and crashed within the span of ten minutes.
Then the door creaked open again.
The school nurse walked in—completely unbothered—holding a giant bag of Doritos like she was entering her living room instead of what looked like a crime scene.
Her fingers were absolutely coated in that radioactive orange dust, like she had just committed a separate offense against hygiene.
She took one look at the room and paused.
Her eyes moved from Scarlett—naked, unconscious, sprawled on the floor—to Vivienne standing like a human barricade… then to the discarded underwear near the bed… and finally to me.
There was a long, heavy silence.
"What the hell happened here?" she asked, completely deadpan, like this was just a mildly inconvenient Tuesday.
My brain immediately short-circuited.
Because how do you even begin to explain this?
Knife. Strangling. Screaming. Blanket. Flying. Punch. Collapse. Existential crisis. Doritos nurse.
I felt sweat form instantly.
'Is she going to think I did this? Am I about to get expelled? Arrested? Put on some kind of list? Do I even have a lawyer? I don't have a lawyer. I should get a lawyer.'
I let out an awkward laugh that sounded painfully fake even to me. "I honestly don't know either."
Vivienne slowly turned her head toward me before giving me a look that said, "Really? That's your statement?"
I swallowed.
Okay, yeah. That sounded bad.
Really bad.
"I mean—!" I quickly added, gesturing wildly like that would fix anything. "I passed out, woke up, she was here, there was a knife—Vivienne kicked the door—then she got knocked out—like, violently—which was impressive by the way—"
I stopped because I was absolutely making it worse.
The nurse blinked once. Then twice. Then casually reached into her Doritos bag and popped another chip into her mouth like she was watching a mildly interesting TV show instead of listening to what might be the worst explanation in human history.
"…I'm going to need a less chaotic version of that," she said.
Vivienne sighed.
"Short version," she cut in, calm and direct. "He was attacked. I stopped it."
The nurse chewed thoughtfully, eyes flicking between the three of us again.
"…Right," she said slowly. "I suggest that you two... and the one passed out should go to the principal's office and call one of your parents."
I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.
'Okay.
Maybe I'm not going to jail today.'