bad liar — nicholas leister
he is going to pay, you thought to yourself as you approached the specific red car when everyone was distracted by the break and the owner was who knows where, doing who knows who.
you opened the gas tank quickly, being prepared to pour quite a large amount of water into it, wanting to harm the engine of his beloved car. you wanted to hit him where it hurt the most.
you knew how much that car meant to him, like to any other boy.
"what the hell are you doing here?" a low voice came from behind you, in a harsh whisper, and your hand froze on the gas tank flap.
you intentionally let the container of water fall from your hand on the cold ground, cursing under your chin, not before turning to him, looking at him with wide eyes through your thick lashes.
"what do you mean?" you tried to play the fool, even though you knew he was good at reading you.
“don't act a fool with me,” he read your mind and put his hands on the car behind you, blocking your way out.
you took a deep breath and let your back to bend against the door of his car, which you had thought of destroying it just minutes before.
"who made you do this?" he asked, moving so close to you that his words tickled your lips. "was it ronnie?"
you exhaled the air from your lungs, over his full lips. "i don't know what you're talking about," you replied, trying to keep up with your role.
"is that so?" he asked, a rhetorical question, and moved closer to your ear, breathing over it, as one of his hands wrapped around your waist, squeezing gently. you were wearing a crop top and his touch felt like it burned you.
you nodded, surprised by his sudden touch on your skin, and he took the moment as a sign to continue what he was doing, slowly —but surely— moving his hand lower and lower. "are you sure?" he asked.
you stopped a sigh from escaping your lips, bringing them together.
you nodded again.
"you're not very good at acting against me, you know that, right?" he teased you, his both hands now slipping under the material of the black short skirt you were wearing, tracing its way to cupping your ass.
"fuck you," you briefly murmured the only words you were able to say, being lost in his touch.
a low chuckle left his lips, accompanied by his signature grin. "you would love to do that, wouldn't you?" he gripped your skin tighter between his fingers, pulling you closer to him, pressing you against his hard chest and earning a soft whine from you as you felt his bottom against yours. only a few pieces of material will stop you. "i knew you'd love it," he answered to himself, being too sure of himself because of the sound you made because of him.
"it's not what you think," you said, trying to keep control of your own body, but the weak tone of your voice was giving you away.
he looked at you, running his tongue over his cheek, only for him to grin again. "no?"
"no," you said, and tried to pull yourself away from him, but he pulled you close again, creating a slight rubbing sensation that made you close your eyes.
“you're a bad liar,” he said and took his hands off of you, as he walked around the car and got behind the wheel, getting ready for the race and leaving you to regret not being honest with him.
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the tearsmith
i LOVE enemies to lovers and mix in wattpad vibes? i'm sat.
this movie is so bad, it's so good. if you enjoyed through my window and my fault, this is right up your alley.
the plot? shit. i laughed through most of it. the tension though??!!! through the roof.
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