Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

"What do you mean 'what do I want?' You should be asking yourself that." She snapped back, crossing her arms and leaning back in the seat with a bored expression. "I just said something to you, moron. Show some manners at least." Her eyes continued their idle scanning of the room as she talked down to him.

Her heart still pounded from the memory of what he had done. The violence that came so unexpectedly and left her mind reeling in its aftermath... but she couldn't let it show. Not now, when they were both back in college and forced to play nice with each other. The stakes were different this time around; if anyone found out about the truth of their past relationship... She shuddered at the thought.

Her hand snuck beneath her skirt once more, fingering the wetness of her panties as she tried to ignore the throbbing ache between her legs. Goddammit, why can't I just forget about that day? She took another look at him out of the corner of her eye, still wondering what it would take to get through his stupid, thick skull...

"Well isn't that charming." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she scoffed, uncrossing her arms and turning to face him fully. "I bet you don't even care about how pathetic you look right now either." She leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "You should be thankful I let you have the pleasure of my company," Her voice dropped dangerously low as she stared into his eyes, her hand moving up and down between her legs faster now, needing release desperately.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile. A small part of her knew that she was playing with fire, pushing him too far... but another part of her wanted it. Wanted to see what would happen if she dared him further. It had been too long since someone made her feel this way, this helpless and out-of-control... She let out a soft moan, the sound seeming to vibrate between them as their faces remained locked in an intense stare.

Her other hand moved from beneath her skirt, now sliding up his thigh until it rested on his inner knee. "Do something," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse breath. "Show me who's the boss here."

Aijou's eyes narrowed as he took her hand off his crotch, the heat of his touch momentarily gone. "What the hell was that for?" She snapped angrily, yanking her hand back and crossing her arms once more. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her body at his defiance. It only served to heighten her arousal, making her wetness pool even further. "I was just trying to help you remember who's in charge here!"

Her voice rose dangerously, nearly overpowering the lecturer as he continued droning on in front of them. She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down before she said something she'd regret. Something like how much she needed him... or that she craved his touch even now. No. That was between her and her secret, dirty fantasies. There would be no point in admitting such things aloud.

"Hmpf." Aijou huffed, turning away and focusing on the teacher once more. Inside, her heart raced faster than ever before. She couldn't help but wonder what it would take to make him submit... if he even could. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

As class progressed, Aijou tried to ignore the building pressure within her. It felt like something primal was awakening inside of her, clawing its way to the surface. Her fingers ached for contact with another person's skin; preferably Cole's. The image of his firm body beneath hers flashed through her mind, and she bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood.

She could feel herself starting to sweat despite the cold air conditioning in the room. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath as she struggled to maintain control over her desires. It was becoming more and more difficult. If he didn't give her what she wanted soon, she didn't know how much longer she could keep it together.

Her gaze flitted to him out of the corner of her eye, noticing how his hand had stilled on his desk. Even though he was trying to ignore her, it seemed that she was still having an effect on him... She took another deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing herself to remain calm as class continued.

Her fingers drummed restlessly against the desk as she thought about how best to provoke him further. Perhaps if she acted completely aloof, he'd take the bait? Or maybe if she made it seem like teasing him was no big deal...? Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more dangerous and arousing than the last. She could feel her heart racing faster and faster, desire building up inside of her like a living thing.

It felt like only moments ago that things had been normal between them, but now... everything was different. The air crackled with tension, electricity, and an undercurrent of raw lust that neither of them could ignore any longer. She knew she couldn't keep this up much longer; either he would submit to her or she'd snap, give into the need clawing at her insides...

Aijou cleared her throat loudly, drawing Cole's attention back to her once more. "I said..." She paused, licking her lips slowly before continuing "... you should be glad I let you hang out with me." Her tone was laced with venom and hidden desires, making the words all the more intoxicating. "You're nothing without my protection," she added in a sultry whisper.

Her fingers moved surreptitiously beneath her skirt again, sliding down her inner thigh as she waited for his response. Her gaze flickered up to meet his, daring him once more to challenge her authority. Her entire body

"You think you don't need me?" Aijou scoffed derisively. "Don't make me laugh." She leaned in closer still, their faces mere inches apart once more as her lips brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Who do you think everyone listens to around here? Huh?"

Her hand moved up his thigh now, sliding underneath the hem of his shirt and resting on the warm skin of his upper leg. She could feel the tension in his body as she touched him; he wanted her, she knew he did... and it only made her hunger for him grow even stronger.

With a sigh, she shifted slightly away from him, breaking their intense gaze before looking up at the teacher again and shrugging nonchalantly. "Whatever," she muttered under her breath. "You're such a waste of space." The words stung just as much as they thrilled her.

Inside, Aijou was on edge, trembling with need... but she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly she wanted him. She would play this game until one of them broke, until someone finally submitted to the other... or until they both exploded in a frenzy of passion.

Her gaze darted back to Cole once more before drifting back to the teacher again, her heart racing like a wild thing within her chest as she struggled not to let him see how desperate she truly was. It wouldn't do for her reputation to suffer any further damage... even if it meant denying herself the one thing she craved most.

No, Aijou. Not again... You can resist this time... You must resist... For your sanity...

"What the hell are you talking about?" Aijou snapped, her temper finally flaring as she glared at him incredulously. "Of course I'm interested in someone like you! You think I'd waste my time on just anyone?" Her voice dripped with venom and disgust, but her heart raced faster than ever before, betraying the lie.

Her fingers dug into his thigh, leaving five deep, red marks behind. "You should be honored," she continued through gritted teeth, "that I even deign to speak to someone like you." She paused, taking a shaky breath as she forced herself to calm down once more. Inside, however, her desire for him burned brighter than ever before.

Aijou looked away from Cole, feigning disinterest as the lecture continued. The tension in the air between them was almost palpable now; it seemed that every movement, every word they spoke only served to escalate the situation further. She wondered how much longer she could keep up this charade before one of them broke... or if the pressure would become too much for her to handle on her own.

"Oh, so now you want to play it safe?" She scoffed derisively. "Too little, too late, Cole." Her eyes flickered over to him before she met his gaze head-on again. "You know damn well that I'm not the kind of person who forgets easily," her voice dripped with venom and satisfaction at his discomfort. "And even if I did... you wouldn't want me to." A dark laugh escaped her throat, barely sounding human anymore.

Her fingers continued to dig into his thigh, drawing another soft moan from him that sent a jolt of arousal straight through her core. She knew he was hurting, and she savored the power it gave her over him. "You belong to me," she whispered huskily against his ear before leaning back in her seat again, pretending to listen to the lecture once more.

The tension between them continued to build with each passing moment, almost becoming unbearable at times... but Aijou was determined not to break first. Not this time around. She had spent far too long trying to forget about him and all the things he had done to her in high school; she refused to let him win again now. No matter how much it cost her, no matter what it took.

Her heart raced faster than ever before as they sat there side by side through class, their eyes never straying far from each other's faces... waiting for the other shoe to drop...

Aijou's jaw clenched at his defiant words, her hands curling into fists as she fought to remain calm. "You stupid little brat," she spat through gritted teeth. "Don't you realize how lucky you are that I even talk to you?" She raised an eyebrow challengingly, daring him to contradict her.

Inside, Aijou was a mess of conflicting emotions: anger, frustration, desire... and something else she couldn't quite place. It made it hard for her to think straight; to concentrate on anything other than how much she wanted him beneath her. "You should be thankful," she muttered darkly. "That I haven't given up on you yet."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning and unspoken promises. Her gaze drifted down to his lap before snapping back up to meet his defiant glare once more. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife; she could feel it crackling against her skin like static electricity. It seemed that every muscle in Cole's body was tight, coiled ready to spring at any moment...

Her hand moved underneath her skirt again, fingering herself even harder as the realization of what was about to happen settled into her bones. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer; either he would submit or they were both going to explode in a shower of primal need...

"It doesn't have to be like this," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire and the memory of pain. "You could make it easier on us both..."

Her heart raced faster than ever as she felt his warm breath on her ear. "You think so?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with emotion and need. She leaned back in her seat, giving him access to her neck where he could nibble and suck if he dared.

Her hand moved frantically beneath her skirt, rubbing herself so hard she was sure she'd bruise something. "Go on," she murmured, her voice throaty with desire. "Leave me here. See if I don't find a way to make you come crawling back." She paused, looking at him through half-lidded eyes as her fingertips brushed against her swollen clit. "Begging for it..."

Inside, Aijou was torn between wanting him gone and wishing he'd never leave... But she couldn't show him that. Couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he affected her. So instead, she leaned back further, arching her neck to expose more of it to his mouth as her fingers worked frantically against her aching body. "Go on," she repeated, voice strained and needy. "Leave me."

As Cole spoke up and announced his departure, panic suddenly coursed through her veins. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized that he was actually leaving, despite her provocations. She bit her lip, feeling a stab of loss as his presence dissipated from around her. The tension in the room seemed to deflate with his departure, leaving only an uncomfortable silence in its wake.

With shaking hands, Aijou pulled out her cell phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Cole's number. Before she could second-guess herself, she dialed it, the line ringing out through the empty classroom. After what felt like an eternity, he answered with a grunt. "What do you want?"

"You... jackass," she seethed through clenched teeth, wanting nothing more than to rip his voice apart. "Don't you dare leave me hanging." A tremor ran down her spine as she felt the familiar mix of anger and desire surging back up inside of her. Her hand went back under her skirt, already growing achingly empty without him there.

"Shut up," she snarled into the phone, her eyes narrowing in anger as she clenched and unclenched her fist. "Just come back here." The words came out choked with desire; she knew that he was enjoying this too much, but she couldn't help herself. She needed him; not just for class, but for everything else. For the way he made her feel like a goddess when he looked at her, even if it was only an act on his part.

Her other hand fumbled with the buttons on her jeans, struggling to undo them as she kept one eye on the doorway in case Cole decided to make another appearance. The image of him leaving her like this... It burned. She didn't want to be left out of control, vulnerable. Not again. "Come back," she repeated more softly now, a shudder running through her body as she fought against the need overwhelming her.