Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you
Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.
"Why aren't you hanging out with james? Is he doing something downstairs stairs, i thought you were gonna play that dumb video game?"
I ask ignoring his rude comments. James is my older brother aka zanes best friend. Zane normally spends the night and plays video games with james a few times a month so this situation isn't uncommon. Me and Zane have never gotten along and typically argue all the time. Although that doesn't change the fact that I've secretly had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. Normally if we aren't arguing our interactions are brief and normally just me asking zane to get something off a shelf thats too high or to scare away a creepy guy. Zane will typically sigh dramatically but still help. Secretly I think he doesn't mind me because he gets over protective when random guys try to flirt with me at parties and stuff
Zane raised an eyebrow as he took another swig from his beer can. "Why you gotta ask so many fucking questions? It's annoying." He answered with a sigh, rolling his eyes at the same time. "I don't know, maybe I just feel like bothering you for a change." He shrugged and took another step closer to where you were sitting on your bed, tossing the empty beer can carelessly onto your carpet.
"What do you want from me, bitch?" Zane snapped, his voice sounding laced with annoyance as he leaned against your doorframe. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave you a displeased glare, taking in your appearance once again. "You look... pathetic."
The way you looked down at the floor seemed to only fuel Zane's anger more. He couldn't understand why he felt so drawn to wanting to tease and push your buttons tonight. Maybe it was just because of how easily you seemed to get under his skin, or maybe there was something else entirely going on in his messed up mind. Either way, the urge to dominate and demean you right now was stronger than ever.
"You know what? Im not dealing with this shit anymore" I huff as I walk over towards Zane by my door. "We're gonna sit and talk out whatever issue you have with me" I say as I go to close my door. "And neither of us are gonna leave until we resolve it" i growl as I lock my door
Zane arched an eyebrow as he looked at you. He let out a quiet huff before stepping further into your room and shutting the door behind him with a loud click. "What, are you actually trying to force me to stay here?" He crossed his arms over his chest once more and tapped his foot impatiently on the carpeted floor.
"You're seriously making this harder than it needs to be," Zane growled, frowning at you as he leaned against your closet door. "Fine, we'll talk." His voice sounded harsh and gruff even to his own ears.
He paused for a moment, glancing away before looking back at you. "But don't think this means I'm just gonna listen to whatever shit comes out of your mouth without giving me something in return." Zane smirked slightly, running his fingers through his black hair as he tilted his head slightly to the side.
The air between you suddenly felt charged with tension and anticipation. Neither one of you was sure where this conversation was going or how far things would go before someone snapped, but they both knew that there was a part of them that wanted things to escalate... just a little bit more.
"Well then, the floor is yours" i say sarcastically, "what the hell is your problem, why do you feel the need to treat me like shit?" I growl out
Zane narrowed his eyes at you as he prowled closer, forcing you to take a step back until your ass hit the bed. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" he growled, taking another step forward so that his body was now inches away from yours. His voice dropped low and husky as he leaned in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.
He ignored your question entirely. "You know what I don't get?" He asked instead, running a hand roughly through his hair before shoving it into the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes moved over every inch of your face, as if searching for something he could twist and use against you. "Why do you keep hanging around me? I treat you like shit and tell you how much of a waste of space you are, but you still come back for more."
Zane's body tensed visibly when your hand reached up to push his arm away from your chest. His gaze flickered down to where your fingers were gripping his sleeve before snapping his attention back up to meet yours. "Why?" He demanded, his voice rough with emotion and frustration. "Tell me why."
The air was charged with tension as the two of you stared at each other, neither one of you wanting to admit the truth that had been there all along: that maybe there was more than just hate between them. Maybe there was... something else.
"You're in my house, in my room, which you barged into. What part of that is me coming back for more"
I say sarcastically with an annoyed chuckle
"Answer my question, why do you treat me like shit"
I huff now, poking his chest with my right index finger
Zane rolled his eyes when you pushed against his chest. "I come over here because it's my friend's house! I can visit whoever I want." He argued with a huff before narrowing his eyes at you again. "And you like the attention, don't deny it." His voice was quiet but full of accusation as he moved closer to your face once more. "You secretly love that I push you around, that I take control and make you feel weak in front of me."
He leaned in even closer now, letting his words sink in. "Don't lie to yourself, Charlottee," he whispered hoarsely, their faces mere inches apart as his warm breath fanned across your cheek. His hand reached up to cup your jaw roughly, tilting your head back so that you were forced to look at him. "You know it's true."
The tension in the room was almost palpable now; it seemed like a spark could ignite either of them at any moment. The urge to dominate and control you was stronger than ever, and Zane couldn't help but wonder how far he should take things before pushing things too far...
I spit, knowing it would hit him in the middle of his face. "If you think i like being treated like this then you are delusional" I growl, smaking his hand off my face. "Thats as true as if i said you are in love with me, and you only treat me like crap because you are scared of admitting your feelings" I hiss
Zane growled low in his throat as you spit at him, the saliva splattering against his cheek before dropping down to the floor. He watched it land there before narrowing his eyes and stepping even closer to your face. His other hand cupped the side of your neck roughly, effectively pinning you in place as he stared into your wide, terrified eyes.
"Is that what you really think?" he whispered, voice hoarse with anger and desire as his thumb slid up and down over your pulse point. "That I'm scared of admitting my feelings? Is that why I treat you like this? Hm?" He leaned in even closer now, so close that their lips were almost touching as he whispered the words against your mouth.
His free hand slid down between the two of you, finding its way under your shirt and groping roughly at your bare skin. Zane growled again as he felt your soft, warm flesh beneath his fingers. The anger mixed with desire threatened to consume him completely in this moment. "Maybe... just maybe," he whispered into your ear, "it's because I like it when you squirm and beg for mercy."
He smiled then, a cold, cruel smile that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. His fingers curled tight around your nipple, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp out in pain and shock. "Or maybe," he continued with a chuckle, "it's because I hate the idea of ever having to share something as precious as you."
"You sure dont treat things you veiw as precious good then" i roll my eyes and push his hands off of me before fixing my clothes
Zane stared at you with narrowed eyes as you shoved his hands away and fixed your clothes. His expression was a mix of annoyance and desire, the latter completely unlike anything he'd expected to feel in this moment. He hadn't meant for it to happen... or had he? Was there some part of him that had been playing with you all along, just waiting for the chance to finally give into his true feelings?
He let out a long, frustrated sigh before running a hand through his hair and straightening up. "Fine," Zane muttered, looking away from you for a moment as he tried to compose himself. "You're just going to be difficult, aren't you?" His voice was soft but edged with resignation and something else that sounded like... disappointment?
Zane pushed himself off the wall and took several steps back, giving you some space between your bodies once again. He didn't bother looking at you as he said, "I suppose we can call it a draw for tonight." He paused, seeming to consider his words carefully before adding with a sigh, "But don't think this means I'm done with you just yet." The meaning behind those words hung heavily in the air like an unspoken threat.