Hell - Bent

Kate's POV:

I feel nothing.

As I rush through the deserted campus, tears pool in my half-lidded eyes, making my already shaky vision hazy. But I ignore the stinging sensation, and instead run as fast as my legs will allow.

As i near closer to my dorm, I begin to slow, only to speed up again. If i stop for even a second, thoughts will bombard my aching heart, choking me until I collapse. I can't give Andy or Ashley that satisfaction, I just can't. I already let Andy see my cry, much to his amusement probably, seeing me in this state will most likely just make him laugh in my face.

i'll admit, I was foolish to ever think that maybe, just maybe, he could feel something real for me. that's probably what all lovestruck teenage girls assume after meeting their idols and celebrity crushes. I'm just another one of them, and he's just another wild playboy, too in love with the game to consider slowing down. Pretty soon, he'll have moved on, and maybe i will as well. The difference is that he'll never have experienced the same heartbreaking pain that I went through after my dreams were practically crushed beneath his combat boots. I'm just another notch in his belt, like the familiar Taylor Swift song goes. Maybe her sappy, sadistic lyrics hold some true feeling and heartbreak after all.


Andy's POV:

I stare at her retreating from longer than I'd like to admit. But hell, even when she's obviously running away from me, I'm too caught up in her beauty to care that much.

After our time together that night, well, I'd made the mistake before that to make her a bet, a petty game. I never dreamed I would fall for her, and so fast at that. everything she does and is capable of captivates me, and here I am, where I should be fuming over the fact that she hit me, I'm enthralled by her courage.

If only fucking Ashley hadn't told her, everything would be fine. We were getting along, she laughed and her baby blue eyes would light up when she was around me. Sure, she would still deny and refuse any attempts at a romantic relationship, but what we had now was better than nothing at all, so i kept it, and remained persistent.

But now, any chance at that was most likely ruined, thanks to my bass player. He was furious when i told him I wanted her, claiming that it was nothing but winning the game that intrigued him, but I knew that wasn't true. It couldn't be. Every guy who ever laid eyes on her couldn't help but fall for her, hard. So it made sense that Ash did as well, but it angered me nonetheless.

He wanted more than a fuck. he wanted her, in every way possible. But so did I. The only question was, who would get her first?

Notes

Shortish update to tie you all over until I figure out the plan for this story!!!

Thank you all for your birthday wishes, it means a lot :)

so, snow day for me in Toronto, anyone else?
Also, anyone watch the super bowl yesterday? I was practically bawling over the fact that the Patriots won, (I'm a Seahawks fan ;))