My Turn To Put Him In His Place

"What? Are you gonna whisper sweet nothings in my ear and make me love you?"

Eyes blazing I turn to him, staring daggers at him while he slowly shakes his head without an ounce of fear in him.

"I much prefer it when you hate me. Nothing quite like a hate fuck to get the blood pumping."

Blake steps closer, his body towering over me. He looks down with that arrogant smile of his and all the unwarranted confidence that he had in him.

"I'm never going to let you fuck me," I sneer.

He shakes his head, "Don't lie. It's unbecoming."

Quickly glancing around, I notice the attention of the group is not entirely back on boy-Kim. Fuck. That might have been an out for me. If they were watching I had witnesses, but without them...

"You haven't had a good day," I try for intimidation, but it's hard when he's so much bigger than me, "I could make it worse."

"And I could think of a way for you to make it so much better."

Blake takes another half step forward and I stumble back, shaking my head.

"I mean it, Blake," I snarl, "Just the right word from me at the right volume and your already shitty reputation gets even shittier. Rachel already put you in your place. Just ask yourself how little it would take to get them to think you even lower."

Blake narrows his eyes and smiles. Beside us and in front of us the group starts to move onto the next location and I turn to follow, with Blake following along after me a step later.

With a little jog he catches up, "You've got spirit. Spunk."

"Vim and vigor?" I roll my eyes, "Are you eighty years old?"

"I'm trying to pay you a goddamn compliment," he laughs at my lame joke, "I'm trying to tell you that I like that about you."

"Oh good," I say, "And here I thought you were only pursuing me because you like my tits."

"I like them too," he chuckles, "But no, I like your spirit. I like the way you come at me with fire and brimstone. I like the way you hate so well. I like the fact that you say you're not going to even touch me right up until the point where it all melts away and you just can't help yourself.

"And I know you like it too. Because when you break, and god you've always broken for me, you just get so fucking ****. And each time you break you go a little further and each time you give you give a little more.

"You see I don't need you to like me. I need you to hate me. I know that's my in. That the dominos are falling one by one until the last one teeters and tips you right into my bed."

"You're a cocky asshole, Blake Hyde."

"You don't say that like it's a bad thing."

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