38 - Blaine.

I grind my teeth together as Azira walks into the classroom without a glance in my direction. The blood lust she ignited in me can't be quelled and yet she's given me the cold shoulder ever since we fucked.

I thought it was supposed to be the virgin that gets hooked on the person who takes it after the first fuck, not the other way around. Clearing my throat, I force my attention away from the bane of my existence and get out the textbook for the anatomy class. It's been an entire week since we took things too far and then she ran, too scared to face the truth.

That she's as fucked up as me.

I tried to make it clear to her she will not be able to run from this that easily in the cafeteria the very evening after I claimed her virginity, but she clearly hasn't taken me seriously. Since then, I haven't had the opportunity to get her alone.

I showed her my true colors and what makes me tick and the fact is she loved every damn second of it until the endorphins wore off. And then she took