"That's what you think." She scoffed. "You suck a guy off once and suddenly everyone wants something. Sometimes I wished I'd just dealt with the annoyance of the dress."
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“But girls are worse,” he said. “You fuck them once, and then they’re all over you, wanting more, always more, and blackmailing and hurting people just for another.”
"Okay, you just got a sociopath. Don't lump me in with those freaks. I take much pride in being a psychopath. And before you say anything, yes, a sociopath and a psychopath are two different things."
Draven snorted and rolled his eyes. “Iif that’s the case, every girl I’ve banged has been a sociopath.”
"Trust me, there's a lot of them out there, it's more than likely." She shrugged. "A lot of the guys I've fucked have been sociopaths so it doesn't surprise me."
“Girls are worse.” He said.
"That's what you think."
“And what I think is right,” he said with a smirk.
She just rolled her eyes. Guys were definitely worse. And as if on cue, a wolf whistle came from down the hall. "Hey Poison! How about a little special treatment for a lonely guy, huh?" Another patient called as he passed by. She facepalmed, why did it have to be her?
Draven snickered. “Yo, dude, you should shut he fuck up before I tear your face off!” He called back.
"Aww why? She only serving you now?" He laughed. She grit her teeth, she hated it when people talked about her like she was some slut.
“Nah. Haven’t gotten the chance yet.” He smirked slightly. “But, if you touch one hair of her head, or continue to talk about her as though she’s a common whore, I will come out of this cell and burn you to the ground.” His voice was light, but his eyes held real warning.
"What for? You ain't her boyfriend, why do you care?" We're seriously still on with this guy? She just rolled her eyes, pretty done with this whole conversation.
“Because,” Draven said slowly, as though the guy was stupid. “She is my cell mate, therefore she is mine. And my stuff are not to be touched, messed with, or looked at the wrong way.” His hand suddenly darted through the bars, and he grabbed the guy by the collar, holding him close to the bars. He put his face in close and whispered, “Got that?”
He didn't seem scared. Or at least not scared enough. He just smirked at him. "Sure, let's go with that, Firefly."
Draven smirked, his smile becoming sadistic and almost evil. “Glad to hear that. And just as a reminder…” He pulled the wire from his pocket, grabbed the guy’s arm and dug it into the soft skin of his lower arm, She’s mine.
He tugged himself out of his grip, returning to his walk back to his own cell. "My offer still stands, Poison." He winked at her. "In your dreams." She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Wiping the blood from the wire, Draven scowled and threw the food tray, which hit the guy in the head. “Motherfucking asshole.”
"So…safe to say that you're just a little jealous?" She smirked, knowing she was testing her luck.
“I’m not jealous,” he said with a forced calm. “I was getting rid of him for you.”
"That is complete and utter bullshit and you know it, Dray." She leaned back slightly. "I hate to break it to you but claiming some girl just to get rid of a guy is not just helping. You were jealous that he was flirting with me."
Draven scowled harder than ever. “I was not, I was getting him out of your hair. If you want them to treat you like a slut, Fine.”
"Whatever you say." She rolled her eyes with a smile before getting a small idea. This was completely stupid but stupid was kind of her thing so why not! She waltzed over to him and kissed his cheek lightly. "Thanks anyway though."
His lips tightened and he sent her an angry, emotionless smile before going back to pacing.
He shouldn’t have done that. Now she thought that he was getting jealous, which pissed him off. Not everything was about her!
She just smiled innocently before going back to her corner. What did he expect from a girl like her? She was in here for a reason! Her psychotic tendencies made her quite stubborn and she loved to watch her stubbornness piss people off.
Draven scowled. He had thought that she was different. Apparently, he was wrong. It just proved all the things he knew about girls. They were worthless and wanted only more, more, more.
Her smile eventually faded and her depression set in. Being used and abused by everyone she'd ever met changed a lot about her. Her mind was broken, her heart shattered, her body used. She just wanted someone she could talk to. Someone she could be friends with, maybe even more. Someone who wouldn't judge her on first appearances. She'd hoped he'd be the one. Guess she was wrong.
He had tried to get that guy to stop because maybe, just maybe, that could have made her his friend. He had never had real ones, and apparently, was never meant to. The moment he tried to, they thought he was jealous.
Could he blame her though? He literally called her his. What did he expect her to think? Jealousy, in her past, never ended well. While she teased him about it, she was secretly terrified. Whenever her exes got jealous, they beat her. She shrunk into herself in her corner. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me." She whimpered quietly, pulling her knees to her chest.
Draven didn’t seem to hurt her. Rage was pounding through him.