DRAVEN
Ian didn't bring food to my room anymore. He didn't talk to me at all. Which meant I had to get it myself so I didn't starve to death. Also leading to me having to watch him and that fucktard Xavier be all over each other. It made me sick.

I'd been forced to endure the sight the entire next week and I couldn't stand it anymore. If this is how I made Ian feel when I was trying to protect his feelings then I'd feel even more awful than I already did.

I couldn't help being possessive. Or stop the raging jealousy.

I glared when Xavier wrapped his arm around Ian's waist. I was standing in line across the cafeteria and I gripped the tray so hard it snapped in half. The noise caught Xavier's attention so he took the opportunity to lift Ian's chin with his thumb, kissing him softly before giving me a smug look. Rage burned through me inside out but I couldn't do anything. I was the one who pushed Ian away. He was finally listening to me telling him to stop talking to me. I regretted it so much now, watching them laughing together with his friends as he held Xavier's hand.

It wasn't fair of me at all but I still wanted to stalk toward them and beat Xavier's sorry ass with the broken cafeteria tray until his skull cracked open.

The thought reminded me of when him and I fought and I cringed at the memory. I'd never met someone who was even half as strong as me and I was surprised when he managed to get some pretty hard punches in. The bruises had all faded by now but he had busted my bottom lip and my jaw still hurt a little. I left the fucker with a black eye and red handprints around his neck that were still visible. It boosted my pride and made me feel a little bit better. A little.

I was embarrassed, an emotion I wasn't used to. I suddenly started caring about the psychotic assholes in here seeing me in a weak state. Xavier might not have won the fight, but the fact that he had similar strength to mine made my ego sink to the bottom of the ocean floor. I wasn't sure if either of us actually won. We both stopped for Ian, but he ended up hurt worse so I would just keep telling myself I won.

Maybe I won the fight. Maybe I won the satisfaction. But Xavier was the real winner.

He got the prize. He won Ian.

If he would so much as hurt a hair on his head I would rip his eyeballs right out of their sockets. Wouldn't be the first time.

I was even most embarrassed that Ian saw me like that, too. I knew he hated fighting but if he had to see it happening then I had to win. Losing wasn't an option. No way in hell would he see me vulnerable, bleeding out like all of the people I had done to in the past. I wanted him to know that I could protect him. That I would protect him.

Now I was starting to doubt whether he believed that or not. I had an inkling that he thought I only wanted to fuck him. Which, I did, but it wasn't solely that. My whole being called out to him far past just sexually. I craved every aspect of him.

Then the little shit slid his palm up Ian's thigh under the table, making Ian blush and igniting even more anger in me.

God dammit.

I picked up a new tray and walked out of the cafeteria with it. I couldn't watch them anymore. I'd lose my fucking shit if I saw even another second.

I sat in the main room since no one else was around. I ate alone, quietly. I'd typically hate if someone was in here trying to talk to me or irritating me with their sounds, but it made me uncomfortable today. I wish it was Ian who'd sit next to me, a stuttering, blushing mess as he choked on his own words.

I wanted to choke him myself, in the good way. But that would have to wait.

I went to toss the remaining food on my plate but that guy stopped me. Mitchell? Michael? Mike. I was pretty sure his name was Mike. He reached out and looked at me casually.

"Can I have the rest of that?"

I looked down at the plate, tempted to throw it away but for some reason I handed it to him instead.

"Thanks," he immediately picked up a carrot from the plate, sticking it in his ear casually and leaving it there.

Now I remember why I hate everyone here.

I was about to leave but the weirdass started talking again, "why do you look so angry?"

Because I fucking am.

Ignoring him, I made my way toward my room but he grabbed my arm. I immediately yanked it away from him and it made him fall from the force. I was inclined to kick him in the gut for touching me, but again, I didn't.

Ian, what have you done to me?

He disregarded the fall altogether, "is it because that twink is fucking the new hot guy?" he asked. "I'd bend over for him any day."

This time I did kick him.

"Speak to me ever again and I'll rip your tongue out of your mouth!" I snarled. He still didn't look phased and it pissed me off to no avail.

"If you like him so much then why aren't you with him yet? Everyone can tell that you're in love with h—"

I only have so much self control.

I kicked him in the gut again and he rolled a couple times. He went to stand but I pushed him up against the receptionist desk. "I warned you," I growled.

I pried his mouth open, fingers clutching his tongue before he went to speak again. "He loves you," he said with a thick lisp since I was holding his tongue so it sounded like 'ee lubs oo'.

I retracted both of my hands, "What?" I cursed myself for stuttering.

He loves me?

"You can see it in his eyes." Mike panted, "he doesn't like Xavier, but he wants to."

My heart was beating fast but the mention of Xavier pissed me off so I went to pounce again but he turned his head to the side, "you like him just as much as he likes you!" He stilled as my grip faltered, "shoot your shot before it's too late."

I let go of him.

Was this stupidass, crazy freak right?

My voice grew quiet, "I don't want to hurt him."

He scoffed, "you sure don't have a problem hurting anyone else." I wrapped my hand around his throat again. "Y-you'll only hurt him if you keep telling yourself that."

Why was this schizo suddenly full of so much wisdom? His words made sense. I kept telling myself that I was no good for Ian. That I'd only hurt the innocent boy with a heart made of gold. But if I wanted that to be reality then I'd have to change for him and I didn't like that at all. I almost wished he liked the thrill of killing people like I did, but the fact that he didn't was part of why he attracted me so much.

So what the fuck did he see in me?

"Can you let go? My throat hurts and I'm hard."

I knocked him twenty feet away from me and cringed in disgust. Jesus, this guy really is deranged.

He brushed himself off and began to walk away but paused in his tracks, "by the way, would you happen to have any worms?"