FATAL DESIRE by Ice Angel

~ Isla~

Dickhead.

This shitface wanker sits beside me, effectively ruíning my day.

Today, I woke up feeling kind of upbeat. It is unusual because it doesn't happen often. I slipped into my Monday uniform, wore my hair up in a ponytail with a sword hair stick pin, and exited my room. Without bothering to sit for breakfast because I was not in the mood to get angry, I strolled out of the house to my Bentley and drove to school.

Everything was going well. I went to the classes and pretended to listen to the bloody nonsense that came out of every teacher's mouth, answered questions when I am called upon-overall, I was good.

Until the first break while I sat down on one of the chairs in our superfluously grand cafeteria that I realized that my day will be spóilt.

"So, which book are you reading currently?" Julianna-Jules, as I love to address her-asked before pushing a piece of chips into her mouth.

I lazily shrugged my shoulder. "Legacy of the Gods by Rina Kent. It's a really good series."

"Hmm?" Her skeptical hum almost passed over my head when I felt a pair of unwanted eyes at the back of my head. "Does the book have unhingéd men doing questionàble things?"

"Yeah," I breathed out like it's a given fact. "I mean, what else would I rather read about?"

"I don't know, like, Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare or The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald or-"

"Nah, nah, nah." I waved my hand frantically in her face, thankfully cutting her off. "Books like that don't correlate to me."

"Yeah, I know." Jules rolled her eyes, threw another chip in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "You only read books that have psychós as their male lead."

Dang right!

I am a sucker for bàd, bàd men.

See, I said, "men," not "boys" who are just playboys not ready to commit to a relationship and go around fucking everything that wears a skirt.

"Don't forget what I always tell you; one day, those books you read will catch up with you. Like, you could end up living a life like the book's female lead."

Immediately those words left her mouth, a grin stretched out on my face, and I sighed softly at the thought.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Duh.

"Yes, very much so!" I exclaimed, totally not giving two fucks about every head that turned to us, muttering hushed whispers under their breaths. "I mean, didn't Romeo and Juliet díe at the end? And, didn't Gatsby live alone forever or something like that? But, in the books I read, they always end up together," I added.

"Yeah, but-"

"Nope. No buts needed here, Jules." I shifted in my seat, ready to convince her to read one of my many dark romance books, but before I could even open my mouth, she shook her head. "Come on, you will love it. Just read one and see how it goes, yeah?"

"No, I don't want to. Reading is boring."

I let out a comical and dramatic gasp, holding my chest, causing a smile to crack on her lips. "How dare you?"

Jules giggled in her girly way, tucking her equally blonde hair behind her ear. The only difference is that while hers is sandy blonde, mine is in the middle of red and blonde.

"Hey babe," my smile quickly faded away when that raspy voice reached my ears and a frown slapped itself on my face when he put his hand on my shoulder. "Looking pretty as ever, aren't you?"

I let my eyes give him a once-over even though I've seen him one too many times as he stood over me, one hand on me and the other on the table.