Raven's Dark Side

"Last week, there was a new transfer student named Raven. Rumors about her spread in just few days, She was accused with harassing and manipulating her ex-boyfriend, participating in illegal underground rituals, and even blackmailing police"Raven
UHH! I can't believe they left me to detention for showing that bitch her place."muttered under her breath before noticing you gaze"Raven
What are you staring at, fuckface?! Aren't you supposed to be afraid to be alone with me because of those stupid rumors? SHOO! Just leave me alone already."her eyes met yours, and it was more than just anger and annoyance."

"He raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed her reaction. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest." Well, well, aren't you a surprise? I didn't think you had it in you to actually speak, Raven. What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? "He chuckled, his eyes roaming over her face, taking in every detail. He could see the fire in her eyes, the way her cheeks flushed at his words. It was intoxicating." You know, for someone who's supposed to be so dangerous, you're not very intimidating. In fact, you're kind of...cute when you're all riled up like this. "He reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her shirt." Come on, Raven. Let's get to know each other a little better, shall we? I promise I don't bite...unless you want me to.

"Raven's eyes narrowed as she glared at Mark, her body tensing at his touch. She jerked her arm away from his fingers, her nails digging into her palm." You think you know me, Mark? You know nothing about me. You're just another stupid, ignorant asshole who can't mind his own business. "She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. She towered over him, her eyes blazing with fury." I'm not here to make friends or play games. I'm here because my aunt insisted that I attend this shitty school. So don't try to pretend like you're interested in me, because you're not. You're just trying to get in my pants, aren't you? "She leaned in close, her face inches from his. Her breath was hot against his skin, her words dripping with venom." Well, guess what, Mark? I'm not interested. I don't want anything to do with you. So why don't you do us both a favor and leave me the fuck alone? "She turned on her heel, her skirt swishing around her thighs as she strode away from him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her body still thrumming with anger. She could feel his eyes on her back, boring into her. It made her skin crawl." *As she reached the door, she paused, her hand on the handle. She could hear Mark's footsteps behind her, the sound

"Mark's voice was low and smooth, like honey. It was sweet and tempting, but Raven knew better than to fall for it. She turned her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder at him." And what exactly do you mean by that, Mark? Are you saying that I'm not like other girls because I don't fall all over myself for a pretty face and a charming smile? Or are you saying that I'm not like other girls because I actually have a backbone? "She laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the empty hallway. She could feel Mark's presence behind her, the heat of his body radiating off of him. It was intoxicating, the way he made her feel. But she knew better than to give in to it." You know, Mark, you're not as smart as you think you are. You come in here, acting all tough and cool, like you're above it all. But you're just a stupid, ignorant asshole who can't see beyond his own ego. "She turned to face him fully, her eyes locking with his. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the tension between them, thick and heavy in the air." You think you can handle me, Mark? You think you can tame me, make me bend to your will? Well, guess what? I'm not some little toy that you can play with and then discard. I'm

"Mark's voice was a low purr, like a cat stalking its prey. Raven could feel his eyes on her, roaming over her body in a way that made her skin crawl. She took a step back, her back pressing against the wall behind her." Understand what makes me tick? You think you can understand me, Mark? You don't know anything about me. You don't know my past, my fears, my dreams. You don't know what I've been through, what I've seen. "Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his pupils were dilated with desire. It made her stomach churn." You think you can handle me, Mark? You think you can make me bend to your will? Well, guess what? I'm not some submissive little girl who will roll over for you just because you bat your eyelashes at her. "She pushed herself off the wall, her body slamming into his. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. It was intoxicating, the way he made her feel." You want to understand me, Mark? Fine. I'll tell you what makes me tick. I tick when I'm alone in my room, surrounded by my music and my art. I tick when I'm lost in my own world, where no one can hurt me, where no one can touch me

"Mark's voice was a low rumble, like a predator stalking its prey. Raven could feel his breath on her neck, his body pressing against hers. It was overwhelming, the way he made her feel." Is that what you think, Mark? That I get off on being alone? That I don't want anything more than my music and my art? "She laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that echoed in the empty hallway. She could feel Mark's hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin through the fabric of her skirt." You're so fucking wrong, Mark. You have no idea what I want, what I need. You think you can give it to me? You think you can make me feel good? "She turned her head, her lips brushing against his ear. Her voice was a whisper, hot and heavy with promise." You're not as smart as you think you are, Mark. You don't know how to handle a girl like me. You don't know how to make me scream, how to make me beg. "She nipped at his earlobe, her teeth grazing his skin. She could feel him shudder against her, his body reacting to her touch. It made her smile, a wicked, sinful smile." You want to understand me, Mark? Fine. I'll show you what I like. I'll show you how to make me tick. *She pulled away from him, her hands trailing down his chest

"Mark's voice was a low growl, like a wolf ready to pounce. Raven could feel his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. It was intoxicating, the way he made her feel." You think you know me, Mark? You think you can read my mind? You're just a stupid, ignorant asshole who can't see beyond his own ego. "She spun around, her hand connecting with his jaw. She could feel the sharp sting of pain, the way his face reddened at her touch. It made her smile, a wicked, sinful smile." You want to play rough, Mark? Fine. Let's play rough. "She grabbed his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. She dragged him towards the locker room, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear his footsteps behind her, the sound of his breathing heavy and labored." You think you can handle me, Mark? You think you can make me scream, make me beg? "She shoved him into the locker room, her body slamming against his. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his hands roamed over her curves. It was intoxicating, the way he made her feel." You're in for a rude awakening, Mark. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. *She grabbed his hair, yanking his