Isla wasn't quite sure of what was happening with the boys she was doomed to choose between. She was indecisive, more than it because she didn't want to have anything to do with the two, and by the looks of it, or at least how they acted towards her — neither did they.

She worked as hard as she could to distance herself, not to let them strive their way close to her, but no matter how hard she'd toiled to earn space from them, they only seemed to come closer.

Isla's hands brushed against the tender skin of her neck. The shampoo bubbled as she sought to wash it out. Her conditioner smelled heavenly, combing her fingers through her hair. The heated steam fogged the bathroom as she turned the water off, grasping for her towel, and she wrapped herself in it.

Her skin chilled lightly by the icing air stroking it, and her hands squeezed her hair free of the water. A huff left her lips as she got dressed in her underwear and folded the towel around her head instead. Isla's palm struck the door, shoving it open out to her bedroom.

Her eyes flickered as she clocked that her friend had left already, she wasn't supposed to leave until it darkened outside, but with Ava being Ava — she probably turned too eager.

Ava had been spending much time with Blaise lately, and the way it seemed to do good for her friend made Isla more than pleased. That was the one thing she could wish would come out of the marriage law — that one of them lived to be happy with their choice.

The door to her closet slipped open as she tugged her clothes out, flinging them onto the bed, and just as she turned around,

''Is he here?''

Isla froze entirely as she watched the boy entering her dorm, wide-eyed. She had no chance of ripping anything from its hanger before his eyes snapped to hers.

''Theodore!'' She yelled out at the sudden surprise, ''Don't look—''

Isla folded her arms over her chest to cover herself up. Her bare skin shivered at the situation. The towel dropped from her head, '' Why don't you have clothes on?'' Theo said, shocked himself by what he walked in on.

His eyes caught hers as her mouth dropped open, in awe that he yet had failed to turn around.

''Fuck—'' Theodore turned around, swiftly, slapping his hand over his mouth, ''Fuck, Clarke, I'm sorry,'' He mumbled, trying to cover his eyes as he reached for the piece of clothing on the bed, ''Here—''

Isla snatched the fabric out of his grip, threading it over her body as quickly as she possibly could. Her cheeks burnt out of embarrassment as she took a hesitant step forward to grab her skirt.

''What do you want? It really is inappropriate to just storm into someone's room like that,'' She sought to raise her voice, be serious and severe with the boy whose back still faced her, ''What if I had been completely—''

''Don't flatter yourself, Clarke.'' Theodore peered over his shoulder, making sure that she was dressed before he fully leveled her again, ''You're not that special.''

Her eyes rolled, and she sighed, ''So I've noticed.''

''What was that?'' He snapped, turning around, ''You don't get to—''

''No, you know what? You don't get to come in here—'' She gulped as Theodore slowly shook his head at her, biting down on his lower lip, ''—here and tell me what I can or can not—''

He started, with measured steps walk closer to her, making her take steps back, ''— can not do, Nott. It's not—'' Her spine collided with her closet door, his eyes locked in hers.

''—it's not appropriate to just walk into someone's dorm without—'' Isla nearly choked on her words by his towering, the hands placed on each side of her, and the fanning breaths that kept on stroking her cheeks caused her to grow nervous.

''And why is that, Clarke?'' Theo mumbled, halting only inches away. Pressing his chest to hers, ''Do I make you nervous?''

Her jaws clenched. Her pulse quickened, ''No—'' She lied, knowing that the boy in front of her made her more than nervous, ''I wasn't dressed, and it's embarrassing,''

''I don't mind,'' Theodore grinned, ''Do you?''

''That you see me in my underwear?'' Her note raised, talking loudly as she stared just as intensely into his eyes as he did into hers, ''Yes, I do mind, but—''

Her cheeks feverish, her eyes slowly flickered off him, ''But thank you.''

''For what?'' His muscles tensed against her. She could practically feel the outlines of them, ''For calling you pretty?''

Isla's eyes widened, looking back at him, and she noticed those adorable dimples that always managed to catch her off guard, ''I—''

''Because I didn't,'' Theodore seemed serious, ''Not yet.''

Isla's head felt similar to a blank mess. The boys kept being unclear with her, and she barely knew right from wrong anymore.

His head leaned closer. The brown curls tickled her skin as his hand found her shoulder, brushing her hair off it. Theo's nose brushed against the shell of her ear, ''I'm sure that you look just as pretty without any clothes on as you do with them on.'' He groaned.

Her whole body stoned, completely as he drew back, smirking at her, ''Let me know if you see Malfoy, will you? He ran off somewhere again.'' Theodore walked backwards, heading towards the door.

''Is that why you stormed in here?'' Isla felt a curve as it played on her lips, still standing flustered against the closet door, ''Why would he do that? It's a school night?''

Theodore snapped his head, his chin rose in uncertainty if he was allowed to speak about his best friend, ''He didn't take the break up with Parkinson too well, but it's nothing to worry about. He'll be fine, just let me know if you see him, yeah?''

Isla nodded hesitantly, ''I doubt it, but I will.''

Theo's eyes placed on her, hungrily, ''And to think you weren't a good girl,'' He licked his bottom lip, groaning to himself before he turned, and he walked out, leaving her nearly breathless behind.

It took her moments to collect her puzzled thoughts. She wasn't quite sure what he wanted with her, even if it was clear and obvious.

Her eyes rolled, cursing to herself underneath her breath as she finally took the bravery in hand and pushed herself off the door.

She knew she needed to return the book she'd borrowed from the library the other day — before the end of this one, if she failed to do so, Professor McGonagall would presumably grant her more detention.

All Isla craved for was that the after-school class she'd been punished with, would end. She didn't want to spend even a minute more being forced to work together with either of the boys.

She didn't want to seem ungrateful or lazy either, but it was plain torture to her, having to work with them.

Isla huffed annoyingly as she snatched her books from her desk, leaving her room to stroll down and return them.

It was dark. The nightfall circled her as she carefully — with no wish to be noticed by anyone, walked her way down the deserted corridors. It was frightening, almost, to be alone in such an environment, not knowing what could jump out from behind the corners.

Her steps echoed, knowing that she was almost there — she pushed the doors open, shoeing inside, once again without being detected. She placed the books in their place before she meant to sneak out again, and as she did — her eyes snapped to a sound, nearly a sound of snoring.

Isla squinted, trying to make out the figure sitting on the floor, with his knees dragged up to his chest, and the curiosity grew impatient within as she — without giving it a second thought, walked her way closer.

The pearly strands of his messy hair glimmered in the moonlight.

''Draco,'' Isla hesitatingly kneeled beside him, ''Draco, wake up.''

Her hand was on his shoulder, trying to shake some life in the sleeping boy, but he didn't budge. Malfoy's head hung, his eyes shut as his legs held long in front of him.

Isla's eyes flickered, ''Draco, you can't be here. It's past curfew, and if a teacher—''

No repose from the blond, and her patience cleared as she stood tall again, ready to walk away from the boy who'd been nothing but cruel to her. Why should she help him when he's the one constantly trying to make her life a living hell.

Still, she feared that this had something to do with his sudden end of the relationship with Pansy, and she was scared that if a teacher found him asleep in a corridor— he'd be in even more trouble.

That wasn't something she wished for him at this time. He wasn't acting like a human towards her, but nothing stopped her from being a better person than him.

Isla turned around, staring down at him, ''Draco—'' She said again, louder, not whispering this time, ''You can't sit here. It's late and if a teacher—''

''And why the hell would I care?'' Malfoy snapped rudely as his eyes peeled open to look at her.

Isla's sight widened, and her lips parted, ''You should care, Draco. If your parents—''

''You fucking—'' He growled, forcing himself off the floor, and without one single warning, he gripped her waist, slamming her into a brick-covered wall.

The air in her lungs failed her, "Never speak about my parents, ever again, Clarke.'' He threatened.

His eyes pierced through hers, evilly, with so much spite that it could poison her. His hands on her flesh stung, and the fusion with his cold rings ached.

''I didn't even say anything.'' Isla shot back, freezing in his hold, ''I don't know what your problem is, Malfoy, but slamming me into walls isn't fair.''

''Isn't it?'' He grinned, settling one of the hands next to her head, his palm flat against the stone wall, ''I thought innocent girls, like yourself, enjoy being treated this way....''

Her breaths hitched.

''Treated what way?'' She sought to question, feeling his breaths hot on her lips, ''I thought you want nothing to do with me, and here you are, once again trapping—''

''Shhhh... Clarke, you talk too much.'' Draco cocked his head to the side, raising a brow at her, ''I thought I told you that a good girl shuts up and learns to listen?''

Isla swallowed the doubt she felt, ''It seems like you think about a lot of things.''

A smirk played on Malfoy's lips, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek, ''I don't want anything to do with you, Clarke.'' He was standing so close. ''I despise you...'' Draco's nose brushed over her jawline, ''No—'' He took a breath, ''I fucking hate you.''

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, ''I have never hated anyone as much as I hate you, fuck—''

He breathed her in. His eyes flickered over her features in the dimmed hallway, still with her spine pushed tightly against a wall.

''I hate you.'' He whispered, so closely, ''I hate you so fucking much.''

Isla was shaking, not knowing if she should be terrified, ''Then why am I here?'' She whispered, her body slightly caving into his rough grip.

''Yeah, why are you here?'' He groaned to himself, clenching his fingers around her waist. His elbow landed on the wall, bringing him even closer, ''Why are you fucking here, Clarke? Can't stay away, yeah? Can you?''

''I was returning my books—''

''So fucking pretty,'' Malfoy was studying her, every inch of her soft skin, her neck, her exposed collarbones, her shoulders, ''Your skin...'' He mumbled, stroking his nose over the crook of her neck, ''So fucking soft.''

Isla gulped, trying with everything she owned to not enjoy his touch upon hers, but it was something with that boy she couldn't seem to resist.

''But you hate me.'' She managed.

''I do. I fucking hate you,'' Draco said again, so harshly that she actually believed it, ''I despise you more than anything in this wicked world, but your fucking skin... I wish I was drunk so I could do this and then forget about it...''

''Are you?'' She asked, confused, ''Are you drunk?''

''No. I'm not.'' Draco said, and without hesitation — kissed it. He kissed the soft spot right below her ear, and her whole body flushed because of it.

''Draco...'' Isla breathed, too clouded by the furious touches his lips kept leaving down her neck. He kissed her throat with hatred, so roughly and so fierce that she could feel how much he despised her through it.

''What did I say about my fucking name?'' He growled against her skin, letting his teeth scrape along with it, ''Do you want me to stop?''

Isla's head shook, ''No,'' Her own hands moved up to his hair, and without realizing what truly was happening, she caved into his doings.

Draco pushed her harder against the wall, pressing his body into hers.

''I fucking hate you,'' He groaned, still kissing her neck. His hand ripped into her waist as the other one found her hair. He gripped a full fist with it, yanking her head back to grant himself more space, ''You are so fucking worthless.''

She breathed heavily, her fingers combed through his blond strands, earning his movements to be more eager, ''You're nothing,'' Draco dived back to her shoulder, sucking, kissing the skin maliciously, ''You're nothing compared to me.''

The hand on her waist slipped downwards, tugging at the waistline of her skirt, ''Still so fucking irresistible,'' He spat, ''I fucking hate you for being so—''

Isla nearly moaned out as he left purplish marks on her collarbone, ''For being so what?'' Her voice was airy.

''Nothing.'' He grumbled, letting his hand slid down her thigh, ''Nothing. You are nothing."

Draco kept on kissing her, despitefully as he trailed his cold touch up her inner thigh, and she whined. Isla couldn't control her thoughts. She was thinking all kinds of unholy things, and Draco caught them.

He smirked to himself as her mind failed her, ''You like this, don't you?'' His lips swollen and wet on the shell of her ear, ''You like me touching you like this while telling you how worthless you are, yeah?''

Her thighs clenched together. The aching feelings in between her legs turned overwhelming at his doings, ''I do—''

''What do you want me to do to you?'' Draco cocked his head, grinning devilishly, ''Show me what you want me to do.''

Her thoughts wandered, imagining his fingers inside her. Her skin held in a fusion of sweat as lust welled over from inside. She thought about how she wanted them to curve, to hit that spot she has such a hard time reaching herself. She tried not to. Isla tried so hard not to think about it.

Draco hissed at the image in her head. His teeth gritted.

Her mind gave in, and he could see how much she craved the affection, how much she truly wanted to be touched roughly and properly by someone. How she dreamed of his tongue licking up her arousal as she came crashing down, how her thoughts were dedicated to him.

All she wished was that he would touch her. That he'd make the aching, nearly stinging pain in her lower stomach — ease.

''Such a fucking whore,'' Malfoy degraded her, wanting her to feel useless as his fingers teased the hem of her underwear, wishing to do exactly what she thought about, ''Do you want me to touch you right here? Are you that much of a whore?'' He tore his lips away from her, leaning back slightly to match her eyes.

''I—'' She swallowed, staring back at him as the intense flicker in his eyes burned. He watched her hungrily yet venomously, ''I do—''

''Yeah?'' He rose a brow. The hand in her hair loosened to grab her jaw, ''You want me to treat you like a fucking slut?''

She nodded. She had never felt this way before — the aching pain between her thighs scored heavily, and she couldn't control it.

Draco's thumb dragged her bottom lip down, hooking it over her teeth as he bent her mouth wide open, and before she could blink — he spat into her parted lips.

''Swallow it,'' His stare demanding, his eyes darkened as she slowly did as asked, ''Fucking whore.'' His fingers that rested at the hem of her underwear began to move downwards, and she sucked in a harsh breath.

''Draco—''

''My fucking name.'' He mumbled, pushing his whole weight against her, ''My fucking name isn't for you to speak.''

Isla gulped again, not knowing how to act — she'd never done this before.

''I—''

''Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Clarke.''

Draco's eyes widened for a quick second, pulling his hand away from her legs as he shoved himself off her at the realization of who's voice it was.

Isla brushed at her skirt, trying to act as normal as she stumbled forward. Her cheeks were feverish red, and her breaths ragged.

''Professor,'' Draco mumbled, scratching the back of his head, ''What can we—''

''It is highly inappropriate to be out this late,'' The teacher snarled, eyeing them both down, spitefully, ''Detention, both of you and I suggest you go back to your rooms immediately.''

''But sir—'' Isla called out for the teacher who was on the aim to turn around from them, ''We already have detention with Professor—''

''Not my problem, miss Clarke,'' He narrowed his eyes in hers before he gripped his cloak and stormed off into the darkness.

Isla's eyes squeezed shut for a mere minute before flickering to the blond standing a few feet away from her. Draco sent her a mean glare, shaking his head.

''Don't you fucking dare mention this to anyone,'' He threatened, making her coil back. Realizing what he'd done, ''I didn't fucking touch you as far as I'm concerned, am I clear?''

Her head spun in uncertainty. Her jaws gritted at what she'd done.

She couldn't do anything else but nod, hastily and he turned around, marching down the hall, away from her as she was left in the dimmed corridor, all alone.

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