His Lethal Love

Past.

Scott POV.

My hair was damp, my shirt soaked in sweat from the football match practice, I ran my fingers through my hair restlessly, and caught a glimpse of my appearance through the window of the car.

"She has a girlfriend," Harry, my best friend, said and I frowned. "She is gay."

I said nothing and glanced at the road.

"I think you're becoming crazier and crazier every day. You hate her but still, you can't seem to stop yourself from leering at her," my friend said with a knowing smile.

"Get the hell out of here!"

"She'll take you to hell!" He spat and stormed away from my sight and I sighed in relief.

"Hey bro..." I released a frustrated sigh as I turned to look at my twin brother, Samuel, whose dark hair was slicked back and blue eyes seemed dull under his heavy glasses. He gave me a boyish smile and asked, "What are you doing here?" "Waiting for somebody else," I replied boringly and looked at the street again but her bike was nowhere in sight.

"Who is the luckiest one?" He grinned.

"You know her." I approached him. "Go to the classroom, I'll be right there."

"Maura...?" He smiled and I snorted.

Maura was the last person who excited me. She even annoyed the hell out of me. "Of course, yes." I lied.

"Hey... hey...get out of the way!"

After hearing her voice, my heart pounded and I spun around to see her bike speeding toward me. She was coming at me at such a furious pace that...

"Get the hell out of the way, idiot!" She screamed out and my feet leaped off the ground.

A rush of thick smoke rose into the air just before her bike sputtered to a halt. "Are you fucking crazy?!" She got off the bike and grabbed me by my collar, glaring into my eyes. Her eyes were steel-grey, like diamonds gleaming in the darkness. "Do you want to die?" She grumbled, and my gaze shifted to her lips. They were dried and colorless yet so sensual. "Are you even listening to me?" She said, shaking me by my shirt and forcing me to stare back at her.

"Do you even know how to ride, sweetheart?" I whispered and her eyes narrowed.

"What did you say?" She hissed, tightening her grip on my collar and threatening me as if I gave a damn. "Do you know who I am?"

I nodded. "A bitch..." before I could finish she shoved me into the tree behind me and moved closer to me. "How dare you?" She gritted out.

I pressed myself closer to her, feeling her sweet and warm smell linger on my nose. "You're an ugly bitch," I whispered to her before pulling myself away from her and walking toward the school. Kids were filming on their phones and some even posted on Facebook.

Camille Davidson was known for her cruelty in high school, she bullied kids and made them do things that they had never thought of. This school belonged to her mother, so she was able to do whatever she wanted.

"Scott!" She screamed out behind me barbarically. "I'll make you pay for your words."

I paused and turned around, plastering my permanent smirk. I loved challenges and Camille Davidson was a challenge to me. She was one hell of a girl. Girl? My eyes took in her leather jacket, finger gloves, and black jeans. No makeup, and hairstyle but still I couldn't stop myself from checking her out.

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Davidson," I said charmingly and gave her a playful wink before heading towards the school.

"Hey, what's up?" Maura shouted once she noticed me. Maura, my girlfriend, my love, and my everything, I guess. She had head-turning beauty and an attention-grabbing voice. She was just perfect.

"Hey, babe..." I approached her and she quickly captured my lips. I sighed and kissed her back. Sometimes this relationship pressured me. Did I really love her?

"I've been waiting for you for an hour..." she pouted her red lips. "Where have you been?"

I ran my fingers through my hair and flung my other arm around her shoulder, pressing her slender body against my chest. Maura was so beautiful and I should be happy to have her but still, she didn't feel like her.

My jaw clenched when I spotted Camille with her girlfriend, Rika. She kissed her and exchanged smiles. My heart jolted when I found her happy. I didn't fucking know why I always desire to stare at her even though I had a girlfriend. Camille Davidson was a bully, gay, unattractive, and a bit tomboy. She rode a bike, wore gloves, and kept her hair in a bun. She even wore big glasses but was still so cool.

Shit! I really did not like her, after all, she was not my type but still...my heart gave this throb whenever our eyes met.

It was so fucking weird!

"I don't like her..." Maura cringed while eying her from head to toe. "Look at that ugly rat."

"Let's go to class," I said and grabbed her hand before leading her down the hallway.

"Hey, Scott!!" A group of girls chirped out when they saw me.

"Hotties!" I grinned and they all broke into giggles.

"Stop flirting with them, Scott. You're mine!" Maura hissed and tightened her grip around my hand.

"Of course, babe." I pulled her closer to me and was about to leave a kiss on her cheek but then we both lost our balance and crashed to the floor, causing a hysterical laugh in the hall.

"Poor lovebirds?" A gentle voice said and my jaw flexed as I narrowed my eyes at Camille Davidson. "Are you two okay?" She asked with a smirk. "I'm sorry I accidentally spilled water on the floor."

"How dare you?" Maura gritted out and jumped on her feet. "You..." I grasped her wrist to stop her before she could do anything wrong.

"It's fine, Maura..." I grumbled and rose to my feet. "She can do whatever she likes."

"Her ugly face makes me puke," Maura grimaced and Camille raised her hand to slap Maura but I gripped her wrist and stopped her.

"Don't ever think about it!" I growled and shoved her away from my girlfriend.

Camille stumbled and landed on the same spot where I and Maura had fallen a minute ago. Everyone erupted into a laugh again. Camille glared at me with a flared nostril as her face turned red. "This is called tit for tat," I beamed.

*******

"Will you be my date for Prom?" I heard my brother and turned to him. He was talking to Camille.

Fuck!

"Are you serious?" Camille said in amusement and exchanged a look with her girlfriend, Rika. "I've already had a date, dude."

Samuel smiled and gave her a nod. "It's fine." He stepped back and was about to leave but then she stopped him.

"But I can be your date on prom, Sam." She smirked at Rika and my eyes narrowed.

"Really?" Samuel chirped out, overjoyed by her words. I knew Samuel had a secret crush on her but it would only cause him a heartbreak because I was well aware of Camille Davidson. She was a cold-hearted and selfish bitch and she could do anything to get her way. "I will be..."

"Samuel..." I cut him off and approached them, glaring at Camille who had a sinister smile on her face. I didn't know why I was feeling different whenever I saw her. It was such a mad feeling, I became wild, angry, and passionate at the same time. "Don't ask her."

"Sadly, he has asked me," Camille sneered and for a moment I was aroused to shut her mouth.

"You can't order me around," Samuel fired me and brushed my hand from his shoulder in annoyance. "I can ask whoever I like, Scott."

"I'm telling you for your benefit, bro."

"I don't want your damn suggestion," he lashed out and stalked off.

"I just want to destroy everything you love, Scott..." Camille said in a whisper, looking into my eyes. "I don't like people like you so much..."

"If you try to harm my brother I swear I will kill you, Miss Camille Davidson. I don't give a damn if your father owns this fucking town. I never leave a person who tries to hurt my family."

"Let's see." She beamed, challenging me with her eyes.

I was feeling hot rage burning my veins as I looked at the most horrible person in the world. I had no fucking idea what was so fascinating about her and why I couldn't stop my eyes from moving wherever she went all I knew was it was not love or attraction, it was just hate.

She chewed the bubble gum and blew it in front of my face. "Who's gonna wash my car today, huh?"

And her friend broke into a laugh. "I think he forgets he and his family work for you, Cam."

Camille said nothing and moved towards me, coming closer and breathing out in my face. "How many times do I have to remind you who you are?"

My hands tightened into fists as I retrained myself to break her nose. I hated her reminding me of my position over and over again. I might be poor but I was not as cheap as her.