The Bully's Hated Mate
The Bully’s Hated Mate – Chapter 38

LUCIUS’ POV:

I didn’t know what came over me, but the way my lips meshed with hers was like having melted candy drip on your tongue as you licked it from a stick.

I continued to k**s until I couldn’t control the immense feeling that flowed through me in subsequent amounts.

I lowered my eyelids, closing them to fully experience the pleasure of having soft lips k**s mine with a ferocity.

I hated that I had left her there, I didn’t want to and I couldn’t have known but something made me leave.

I panicked. I was dangling by a thread, and I left. I hated the way I was while I was with her. I hated that I now shared secrets that were supposed to be kept hidden, secrets that I knew were supposed to be mine and mine alone.

Something happened while I talked about my feelings that hurt the most. It was like pouring water on a red hot pan. The way it sizzled with relief…

That was how it was for me.

I loved every bit of every moment that I spent with her, watching her listen to me as I talked about the memories that hurt me the most.

For a long time, I have been caught with the feelings of hiding away but now that she was here, it was like something compelled me to speak and when I spoke, my shoulders were light and my burden was even lighter to bear.

I was still caught up, meshing lips when a force dragged me back to reality. She was pushing me and with a good amount of force.

She had managed to push me right off of her and went ahead to bite me on the lips. I held my mouth as the pain travelled through me in rapid successions.

I stood up quickly, frowning as I stood erect.

“What the hell?” I asked, my voice coming out muffled as I still held my mouth in my hands.

She got up slowly, shaking her head with something that resembled disgust.

“You can’t really believe that I’m that stupid, do you?” She shook her head in anger, her face frowning, creating creases of dried lines on her forehead as she looked at me intently.

“You leave me to die, and then we k**s and make up?” She calmly asked, anger lacing her words even more.

“Just like that.” She said, astonishment in her voice.

She shook her head and with an emotion I’d rather not say, she shoved me and walked past me. I didn’t understand what was going on as I felt we were having a moment.

I cleared my throat and walked towards the other side of the bed and sat down there, purposely ignoring the fact that I could not only hear her scoff in disbelief, I could smell her anger as it pent up in hills.

I felt ashamed all of a sudden. I couldn’t look her in her eyes right now.

I heard her grab something from one of her bags. My senses telling me it must have been a towel and she marched out of the room, without sparing me much of a glance.

I knew where she was going and I also knew it was best she didn’t meet me when she came back. So, as she angrily marched off, I silently walked out of the tent, ashamed, and the fact that she had actually rejected me.

Guilt ate at me and the worst part was, I knew I deserved worse.

Time flew by, and as usual, the history teacher did a row call as we all sat by the bonfire.

I was again seated with some students I knew didn’t appreciate my company but anything to make me stay away from Cassia — better still, make her blind to my existence would be nice at this point.

As the teacher finished his row call, he called it a night and went to his tent. I knew this was always the point where the students would gather and throw a mini party to entertain themselves and the various nocturnals that graced the camp grounds.

I had so much energy inside me that I needed release immediately. I was itching for a run so badly, a fight even, but I knew anything I did here was reported word for word to my father, and I didn’t want anything that would bring the camping to an end.

Not that I cared or anything but cassia actually liked being here. I could tell by how much she was currently laughing at Sam’s jokes.

He was telling tales while I floated away to the moment I had just shared with Cassia in the tent. Did I really just utter those nonsense to her, and then actually kissed her?

I was pathetic.

I watched her even now as the moon shone so bright over our heads, casting shadows on the rest of us, except her. Her collarbones that had my mark proudly sitting on it bloosmed like a flower under the moonlight.

Her head jerked back as she laughed at whatever Sam was saying.

Something made me look around at all the other people seated around her. I realized too late that everyone that sat around her were guys and something in me wanted to break all of their necks.

They were ogling her, despite the fact that she clearly had my mark displayed on her skin. Something I started to really take in.

She displayed my mark.

I felt insanely proud and somewhat surprised. As the night progressed, I knew one thing for sure. I liked what I saw tonight.

She continually ignored me, making sure to make her point known as we were still seated by the bonfire. She didn’t want to speak to me and frankly, I was fine with it.

If and only if the rest of the men present in the camp would stop ogling her at every chance they got. I was disgusted at how much they were willing to pluck out their eyes to stare even more deeply at her.

I didn’t make a move to remove her from the centre of attraction because I didn’t care. But as we started to roast our marshmallows, ours melted together and that marked the first time she looked at me since the tent, and it wasn’t the kind eyes that looked at me before.

These ones were ferociously counting how many times she could wrap her fingers around my neck.

***

I started to dream again.

This time, I was in a deep forest and I was running away from something. I struggled and kept running, flinging my arms as I ran.

I knew I was in danger, and I knew that I had to save mom. Suddenly, I could feel my body being shaken with force. Gradually, I started to make out voices even as I ran.

“Lucius!” I gasped as I woke up with fright decorating my eyes.

Sweat formed beads as they fell in long drops to my open chest. I was in a state of confusion, trying to understand what was happening and where I was.

“Lucius?” I heard someone say.

Was that my name?

I was lost for a minute before everything started to come to me. I was still a bit frightened but I followed the voice and I saw that it was Cassia.

Her eyes looked deep and deprived of sleep. I was definitely the cause of that.

She tried to touch my shoulder but then, hesitated. Finally, she put her hand on my shoulder, flinching immediately as her fingers made contact with my skin.

“Goddess! You’re burning up!” She shouted and hurried out of the bed, going to her bag and bringing it back to the bed.

She started to sort through her things in a quest to replace something. I didn’t know what it was she was up to but I was seeing double figures suddenly and I was in no mood for games right now.

“Here!” She said, holding something I had no interest in looking at as the world gradually started to spin.

Her cool hands guided my back as it touched the bed.

The next thing I felt was something cool and soothing touching my head as she gently cracked open my lips and poured an even cooler and sweeter substance down my throat.

Everything was getting better with her just being here.

I was lured back into sleep, as her hands started to do magic, cooling me down with whatever she placed on my head and her other hand massaging my temples.

I didn’t know when I fell back into sleep. This time, peaceful and clear.

I woke up the next morning, having had the best night. I sat up upright and I heard a shushing sound as I cracked open my eyelids to see even though the light that merged from behind my eyelids was brighter than than anything I could remember.

“You should rest. Lay back down” I recognized the voice as cassia’s, I knew she was taking care of me but I also knew that there was something different about where I was about to lay back down.

For a weird reason, the bed was little bit more wider. I slept some more and when I awoke, I was not shocked to see that we were back to the palace and back to my bedroom.

I opened my eyes fully to see cassia folded in corner in one of the chairs. She was deeply asleep and in an uncomfortable position too. I was feeling much better now that the figures and the imagery around me was no longer blurry or in twos.

I went to her as she slept and like feather, picked her up in my arms and laid her in the other side of the bed. She deserved to sleep properly if that as the least thing I could do. Some strands of hair fell on her face, I found myself latching them behind her ears.