Loathing You

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That you'll dismember us if we touch your shit?” Aryan answered, smirking as he slings his arm around my shoulder. Victoria Williams. Her family is one of the richest families in Europe—especially here in England. Her parents are world renowned basketball players and her entire family lineage are sport prodigies. She's no different; any sports team you can name? She is on it. but just please. the way ilovethemilovethemilovethem 🥺 gimme all the sweet adalinejuliette moments together, please. Juliette and Adaline were so violent and passionate and all-consuming together, and I LOVED THAT. the way Juliette was literally touch her and you die when she herself didn't know why she was so obsessed with Adaline? lmao, i lived for that. all the protective and possessive moments the both of them had. their dynamics gave me L I F E. The bane of my existence. Satan’s spawn herself. Her ice-blue, siren like eyes peering down at me through her lusciously long eyelashes and her pearly white teeth biting down on her plump, bottom lip, goading me with her smile. She’s scrunching her upturned nose at me, like I’m completely beneath her.

I'll take whatever she gives me. I'll take her annoyance, her indignation, her fury and I'll take it all with a smile on my face. So long as she only gives it to me, because I don't think I can breathe without it anymore. I am soaking in the feeling of having all her attention right now, with her hands violently tugging at me. She's reaching for me, even if it's to hurt me—she's still reaching for me and I can't get enough of it.

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He doesn’t even finish his sentence before most of the students scramble out of the classroom, desperate to get any time away from this class. He seems to do the same, jetting out of the lab. My insides freeze at her words; the demanding tone, the smug look on her face, and the control that she clearly gets off so hard on. She can think again; I would rather be skinned alive than ever let Juliette Kingston tell me what to do.

Just like Victoria and pretty much every other student at this school, Aryan's family is exceedingly wealthy. I don’t think anyone in her privileged family has ever worked hard for anything, including Juliette. I notice Aryan and Victoria sharing glances toward each other and smirking. I’ve noticed that they do this a lot when we talk about the ‘devil who shall not be named’.Of course. Why should he care? He’s rich and will probably pay his way through any university he wants, just like every other Neanderthal at this nightmare of a college—Richmond sixth form academy—predominantly home to the richest, most entitled brats in England. It's like you're married to those headphones.” I feel my headphones being snatched off my precious head, which simultaneously snaps me out of my thoughts.

While most of my academic prowess was naturally built, I work exceedingly harder than anyone at this privileged school, so I have no shame in boasting about how intelligent I am. I earned that right.

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Everyone here at Richmond is affluent; I think I'm undoubtedly the only scholarship kid here as the other four dropped out like dominoes year after year. They couldn't handle the pressure. By that I mean they couldn't handle the rich, entitled cunts in this place. I don't blame them, if I wasn't so determined to achieve my dreams, I would have left this place years ago. Maybe you should give him a shot then,” Victoria suggests in a half amused, half snarky tone. Someone’s deflecting. Both my friends laugh at the disgusted expression on my face, but I don’t find it amusing in the slightest. Just the mention of that girl’s name brings up bile in my throat and my chest tightens whenever I think of her, which is funny, because I manage to think of her quite often. It’s infuriating.

I on the other hand would rather die than join a sports team. Spending hours sweating while doing cardio? No, thanks. I can think of something that will give me the same amount of cardio and triple the pleasure. Okay, maybe that is a slight exaggeration, but the Kingston family comes from money that is centuries old. Most of that wealth was accumulated by owning real estate and industrial ventures.

Although if he’s so sweet, I’m not sure why he’s still friends with someone like her; maybe a long history? A feeling of obligation? Because seriously, who would willingly choose to be friends with her? I force a sarcastic smile on my face. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. He quite enjoyed the peace and quiet there.”