VIOLET'S CONFESSION
VIOLET
Ryan didn’t stop walking until we were well away from the cafeteria, his grip firm as he guided me toward the garden behind the school. The moment we reached the quiet, secluded space, he spun around, his piercing green eyes locked on mine. His brow furrowed, jaw tight, and an unmistakable anger flickered in his gaze.
"What the hell, Violet?” he growled, his voice sharp
I yanked my arm free from his grasp, my pulse quickening with a mix of anger and something else I didn’t want to face. “You think I need you to drag me around? I can walk just fine on my own.”
He ran a hand through his already-messy hair, the frustration rolling off him in waves. “You’re too damn stubborn to listen otherwise. And you don’t get it, do you?”
“Listen to what? You’ve been ignoring me for two days, Ryan! What do you expect?” My voice rose, echoing slightly in the quiet space.
His jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line. There was a moment of silence, and for a heartbeat, I thought maybe he wasn’t going to say anything. But then he exhaled sharply, his eyes dark with anger, frustration, and something else I couldn’t quite place. “I saw you with Luke,” he muttered, his voice low, almost accusing.
I blinked, taken aback by the sudden intensity in his words. “So?”
“So?” His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, invading my space. “You’re mine, Violet. You don’t get to just
“Yours?” I cut him off, my cheeks heating as anger and embarrassment flared inside me. “You left me waiting for two days, Ryan! Two days. What was I supposed to think? What was I supposed to do?”
“Not run to him!” he snapped, his voice rising.
But then something shifted in his expression, the anger faltering just for a moment, replaced by something softer. He rubbed the back of his neck, gaze darting away from me before he met my eyes again, the weight of his next words hanging in the air. “You don’t understand,” he murmured, softer now, though the intensity never left. “Me leaving doesn't give you the right to be with him. You're mine alone. Remember?”
Heat scorched my cheeks as the memory of his words from that night rushed back, vivid and undeniable. I remembered the way his voice had wrapped around me like a promise, the way his hands had claimed me.
“I’m not” I said quietly, the words a deliberate challenge, a need to push him as much as he was pushing me.
Ryan’s eyes darkened, his anger flaring again, but this time, it wasn’t sharp. It was hot, consuming. “You are,” he growled, stepping closer. “You said it. You said it while my fingers were buried deep inside you, Violet. You said it with so much—”
“Stop!” I interrupted. My face burned in embarrassment
But Ryan didn’t stop. Instead, his lips curled into a smirk, one that sent a wave of heat crashing through my chest. He closed the distance between us, his breath brushing against my skin. “Why should I?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, like he was savoring every second of this. “You can deny it all you want, but you feel it too. Don’t you?”
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I tried to maintain control. I couldn’t get the words out, not with the way his gaze held me, unyielding. “Where were you?” My voice trembled, breaking as I finally whispered the question that had been eating at me for days. “Where the hell were you these past two days?”
His expression shifted, the smirk falling away. He let out a muffled groan, raking a hand through his hair again. “I needed to be away from you,” he admitted, his voice rough.
I took a step back, my chest tightening painfully.
He wanted to be away from me? My heart sank, each beat heavy with hurt and doubt. Of course, he’d want space—he was Ryan, the player who never stayed too long. Why had I let myself believe he’d stay? That he’d look at me differently? I should’ve known better than to think I’d be anything more than a passing thrill for him.
Ryan’s gaze softened for just a moment
“Because, Violet,” he said, his voice dropping to a raw, almost desperate tone, “you’re a fucking distraction. Every time I’m near you, I can’t think straight. I want to be with you. I want to be near you. Hell, I want to kiss you every damn second.”
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, and my pulse skipped in my throat. I couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
“You don’t understand what it’s like, Violet. You’re all I think about. All I want. And it’s terrifying because I don’t know how to handle this… how to handle you. But the worst part?” He paused, and I saw a flicker of vulnerability he was trying so hard to hide. “The worst part is that I know you don’t feel the same way. You couldn’t. So what the hell am I supposed to do?”
He exhaled sharply, pressing his lips into a tight line as he spoke, his voice strained. “I’m done here. I’ve said what I needed to say. You know I feel, and you’ve made it clear you don’t feel the same.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked past me, his hands raking through his hair in frustration. The vein in his neck stood out sharply.
“Wait,” I called after him. He froze mid-step but didn’t turn around. His broad shoulders rose and fell with each strained breath.I thought he might turn around, but he didn’t. He stood there, unmoving, his back to me. All I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears. The space between us felt suffocating, thick with everything left unsaid.
I swallowed, my voice barely more than a whisper. “You didn’t give me the chance to tell you,” I began, gathering what little courage I had left, “I’m attracted to you too.”
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