"oh, she's sweet but a psycho"

ava max — "sweet but a psycho"

"You seriously followed him to the parking lot because he stole your milk?" Ada asks me as we both walk towards our next class with our backpacks and our books in our hands. I nod, tiredly. "Lilith! You must have sounded crazy!"

"So fucking what? He stole my milk!"

Ada shakes her head and places her arm around my shoulders when we both go through the door of our classroom. The teacher is nowhere to be seen, only a couple of students sitting and waiting for class to start. Taking my time to search where we could sit, my eyes travel around the room. First line, never, makes me feel that I have the teacher's eyes on me at all time. Last line? No, I can't see shit from there. So, middle is the perfect option.

Letting our bodies rest on the chairs, I let out a long tired sigh. It's an early morning on a Monday— they never get easy no matter how many years I spend getting up early. Mondays are always going to be the worst for me. And probably for everyone in this room as well.

"Why did we decided to take this class again?" I complain. "We didn't took it last semester." My head rests backwards as another sigh comes out of my mouth.

"The professor, apparently, is one of the best psychologist in the city." Ada replies. "And because last semester we said that we wanted to take a class together and this was the only one that applies to both of your majors, c'mon, it's psychology! It always helps."

"Yeah, maybe I can use it to find out why I keep making this terrible decisions. Something inside my head is clearly not working like it should." I say gaining a little smile from Ada while she rolls her eyes. "What? One of us had to be the friend with the fucked up head who keeps making bad decisions, I'm taking one for the team."

Ada laughs. "And why can't we both have a good mental health and do good in life?"

I immediately shake my head. "It's a rule of life, there's not a single friendship of two people that the both of them are healthy." I shrug. "Thank me later."

"There's plenty of friendships that the two of them are healthy!"

"Yeah— probably. But they're also probably boring." I shake my head. "My bad decisions sometimes takes us to have a fun night. Remember that time we both went to that party in freshman year that you said it was gonna be lame but I kept insisting because there was gonna be free alcohol?"

Ada quickly nods. "You ended up in jail because the cops came."

"Yeah! But then you met that cute guy that was in the cell with me! Fun story to tell in the future!" I nod with a smile. "Bad decisions have good outcomes sometimes. But then, what's good gonna come out of this class that's only on Monday mornings? I don't fucking know."

"We both decided to take it—"

"Fine, then we both make bad decisions. We can't be best friends anymore. That's a disaster."

She laughs again. "At least you make me laugh."

"See? I may be bad at making decisions, but at least I'm funny."

"I forgot to tell you something." Ada says as more students arrive into the classroom. "I spoke with Ryker the bartender last night."

"Oh, yeah," I lock eyes with her "I forgot to ask you, how was it?" Ada growing a tiny cheeky smile answers my question without one word. Inevitably, and very proud for my friend, I smile follows me. "That's a good, I guess."

"Better..."

"Girl—!"

"Details for another day!" Ada looks around the room seeing that students are around us, not wanting under any circumstances gain any eyes on her because of our topic of conversation. "I have to ask you something else."

"You can't leave me like this! But alright, I guess I'm gonna slowly die until you tell me. Go on."

She rolls her eyes. "You're so dramatic."

"Well," I shrug my shoulders giving her a little smile "keeps me hot."

Ada takes a long breath before placing her hand on top of my arm that's resting on the table. A sign that something I may not like is gonna be said by her. "He's taking me to watch a boxing match."

I open my eyes widely. "What?!" Gaining a couple of eyes on me because of the tone of my voice, Ada looks back for a moment. Me, I simply don't care, my full attention is on my friend and her crazy stupid smile on her face. "A boxing match? Why?"

"He fights. He wants me there to see him, apparently."

This can't get worse.

"HE IS A BOXER?!"

"Lilith, stop being so loud!" She says in a loud whisper, looking around. "You're making everyone look at us."

"Fuck them! You're telling me that you're going to see two men fight? Because a man wants you there?!" I ask disgusted and my friend nods innocently.

"And I want you there with me." I'm even more disgusted.

"Excuse me, say that again." I reply, quickly.

"I want you there." I'm about to complain but as soon as I open my mouth, Ada speaks before me. "Please? I don't want to go alone. It's probably going to be filled with men and you know well enough how to handle them. I know nothing about the sport and I don't want to look like an idiot just standing there alone. Please, please," she starts to shake my arm "please, please! I owe you if you go!"

"Ada—"

"I'll wash your clothes for a week!"

That sounds good.

"No! A month! Or buy you cereal for two months!"

That's even better.

"I'll buy every type of cereal that there is but please don't let me go alone!" She rests her head on my shoulder as a fake cry comes from her.

And she says I'm the dramatic one.

I roll my eyes and wait for the dramatic scene to pass, but she is persistent. She isn't gonna give up until I say yes.

"I'll go, Ada." I say, giving in. As soon as I finish saying those words, quicker as ever, Ada looks up at me. Even if a part of me hates that I said yes, the look in her face is nothing but happiness. And seeing her like this is worth watching two men fight against each other on a ring.

"Really?" She asks with the biggest smile ever. I nod. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She hugs me tightly and I pat her back, letting out a tiny laugh. "I swear I'm gonna buy you the entire shelf of cereal at the market!"

"You better!" I add jokingly. "But, seriously, are you really this deep into the guy that you're willing to go and see men fight the entire night?" She doesn't respond, so I take the liberty to ask more quietly: "Is it that big?" There can't be another reason why she's doing this.

"Lilith!"

"What?! I mean, going out of your way to watch men fight all night isn't something that you ever talked about. And pay for it! C'mon! Go to a fraternity party and wait until three am, you'll see that shit for free!"

I've seen that happening way to many times. It's traditional at this point.

She's about to say something else when the teacher walking inside the room cuts her off. I sit down more comfortably to face the now talking professor. As soon as I open my book and look up to the new words on the white board, a tall figure enters the room. The electric wave on the back of my neck makes me hate what my eyes are seeing even a hundred percent more. It's tension and hatred. Worse than me not finding my favourite cereal at the grocery store.

Apparently, Monday mornings can become worse.

Seriously? That's all I can ask the universe for throwing me this.

"Isn't that the guy that you were speaking to the other night?" Ada asks quietly by my side.

"Yeah," I nod "he's also the guy that stole my milk... and almost ran me over the night we went out."

Ada opens her eyes, surprised. "All of that is the same guy?" I nod again. "Wait— is that Lucifer? It can't get better!" She says in a loud whisper. "You two are meant to be together!"

In my worst nightmare.

"Ew, no." I quickly shake my head. "I hate that you're such a hopeless romantic."

"Well, keeps me hot."

I roll my eyes as a long sigh comes out of my mouth. Turning forward to see the professor and the hundred of words now placed on the white board, my eyes land on the same figure walking towards the seats, we immediately lock eyes with each other. That leads to a smirk coming from his face and me hating every single second of it.

Please, don't sit close to me. Please don't sit close to me. Please don't sit close to me.

I follow him with my eyes, and— he sits down right behind me. Thank you, universe, for fucking nothing.

"I have a ton of milk in my room if you want to come over later, love." He whispers in my ear. I move my hand backwards to push him away, but with ease, he dodges my hand and laughs while I just let out a long annoyed sigh.

It's definitely going to be a long class.

[...]

"I swear if you don't move your hair out of my desk." Lucifer's annoyed whisper behind me interrupts my attention on the teacher. After a couple of minutes have passed since the class started, he seems to now be annoyed at me.

"I already did." I answer, without moving my eyes away from the professor.

"Do it again! Your stupid long hair won't let me write!"

"Fuck off!"

"You fuck off!"

"Is there a problem between you two?" The professor asks but I quickly shake my head innocently. And for the looks of the professor I suppose that Lucifer did the same. "Alright, then keep it quiet."

The class continues.

"Are you seriously not gonna move your hair out of my desk?" He asks against my ear.

But he doesn't get an answer from me. I just shrug my shoulders and hear a long annoyed sigh coming out of his mouth.

My lips don't fight it when a smirk grows on me, liking that he's annoyed.

Maybe this is my revenge for him stealing my milk, or almost running me over, maybe both, and maybe it's almost childish of me to have this kind of behaviour, but I can't stop feeling proud when the idea of him still annoyed at me appears in my head, and I know he is, the noise of his back strongly hitting the back of his chair tells me. I'm not going to let him get away with it, no one does something to me and then walks away with nothing from my part. Not matter how small it is. That's how I always worked and I'm not going to stop, even if the class is already discreetly hearing our whispered conversation.

"I swear..." he says, angry tone in him  while his hands move my hair out of the way. Again, a smirk comes out of mouth as my hands keep writing down some notes. I'm enjoying the fact that I have a very annoyed and angry Lucifer behind me more that I expected.

Ada, who's very focus on Lucifer and me, tilts her head to the side to get my attention. I don't look at her because if I move even a slight to the side, my hair is going to stop annoying him.

Out is the blue, something pushing the back of my chair moves me slightly forward. My head swings to the side, confused.

"What the—?" I ask softly feeling the same push on my chair, this time, with more strength making my back slightly hurt. "Lucifer, stop it." I whisper without looking at him.

"Then get your hair out of my desk." He answers without stopping his foot against my chair, looking like a little kid on a airplane or the cinema.

"No, I sat down here first. You move. I'm comfortable like this."

"That's stupid."

"Just like you."

"Move your hair!"

"No!"

"Fine!" As soon as I hear his voice the next thing is his foot hitting the back of my chair with strength, moving my body forward in the process and hitting my chest against the desk. Ignoring the pain on my skin, I quickly turn around to find Lucifer with a little smirk on his face and the whole classroom looking at us.

"Stop it, asshole!" I yell, but Lucifer just shrugs his shoulders.

"Thanks," He says proudly "for taking your hair out of my desk."

"You two! Out!" The professor interrupts our fight. Without letting myself get in trouble, my quick reflex slips words out of my mouth as I face the professor once again.

"He started it! Kick him out!" I point at Lucifer, who's now looking offended at me.

"Me? You were the one who wouldn't take your hair out of my fucking desk!"

"I told you to move!"

"Why couldn't you just move your hair?!"

"Because I didn't fucking want to!"

"Enough!" The professor says shutting us and the students laughing at our fight. "You two are acting like children right now! Out of my class!"

"Professor—" I start, but him pointing at the door and Lucifer grabbing his backpack as he pushes my shoulders and walks to the door cuts me off.

Rolling my eyes before hearing a little laugh coming from Ada, I grab my backpack and my books welcoming my defeat.

The only two things running though my body are annoyance and anger at Lucifer, I want to win and stay in class. Get him kicked out and me looking like the one who did absolutely nothing. But it's done. The look on the professor's face is determined, I'm out of here.

"Happy?!" I ask loudly the moment I close the door behind me and notice Lucifer is walking a couple of steps ahead. "What a way to start the new class. I hope Ada takes notes because I'm gonna need them. Fuck! If it wouldn't for you I would still be there!"

"Me?!" He asks while turning around brusquely, almost making me crash his body with mine. "You were the one that wanted to annoy me and got us kicked out! I was just following your stupid little game!"

"You made it worse! You were the one that made all that mess with your foot against my chair! You needed to make a big move and fuck the whole thing up, huh?!"

"The only one who fucked up was you when you decided to annoy me!" He moves closer to my face that I can feel his warm breath against my skin, little goosebumps chilling me because of it.

But the anger inside my body covers it quickly. Almost as if it was brushed away with a broom.

"Oh, because you're such an angel! Always being nice to everyone! You fucking started it when you almost ran me over and stole the milk, so I'm sorry that you always got away with your shit and never got a single consequence for your actions but with me, you'll get what you deserve! You mess with me I mess with you back!"

He lifts his hands into the air frustrated, covering his face with them. "Could you be any more annoying?!"

I quickly nod. "Yeah!" Wanting to leave that cold hallway, I walk pass him and push his shoulder with mine first.

"You're such a bitch!" He yells behind me and it's soon followed by a laugh coming from my mouth.

"Thank you!"

"I'm not done with you!" He yells again. But I don't stop to face him since my hands are on the door, ready to open it with quickness.

"Well, I am!"

I don't hear him talk back, and that surprises me knowing damn well he seems as proud as I am. Maybe he's following me. Maybe he's not. My feet don't turn around to find out, in my book, I got rid of him and that's all I care about.

Letting out a long relaxing breath, I head towards the dining hall where I know the cereal is excitedly waiting for me to eat it. In moments like this, there's nothing more that can calm me down more than a big bowl of cereal. Thinking about it, my mouth is getting watery and my stomach screams for it. I speed my walk when a strange shoulder pushing mine makes me suddenly stop.

"I'm taking all the milk!" Lucifer yells walking pass me with a smirk on his lips.

Fuck him. He is not.

"Asshole! No you won't!" I yell back, but it's too late, he's already a couple of steps away from me.

He's fast. Even if I try my best to catch him, his run is faster than all my strength in my entire body combined. It looks controlled and even his arms move professionally. My legs are asking for a break but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of ruining my cereal, again. I have to look for a way out, a way that could help me get to the dining hall before him.

Stop him with something...

"Watch out!" A hear a guy yell the moment Lucifer almost knocks his bag full of footballs.

I smile. The perfect opportunity.

"Do you mind?" I ask the strange guy. Before receiving an answer, I grab one of his footballs and immediately throw it at Lucifer's feet. I follow it with my eyes as my smile becomes bigger, and— fuck yeah! Thank you to my old high school GYM teacher for teaching me how to throw a ball. It perfectly hits him, making him fall to the floor. "Yes!" I quickly turn to the guy looking surprised at me. Feeling bad, I grab five bucks from my pocket and hand it to him. "Sorry!" I start running. "You can get like two meals with that! Sorry again!"

"What the—?" I hear Lucifer ask confused as I pass him.

"Fuck you!" I flip him off. I turn around and there it is, the dining hall door a couple of feet away from me. Pushing it as quick as possible, I enter the room and locate the milk.

Now, with the bottles in my hand I gain a couple of stares on me. Hearing the door opening I walk with a huge proud smile on my face towards the opposite door without stopping. There's not way he's winning or getting ANY of this milk.

"Fuck off!" I say the moment Lucifer grabs my shoulder, but my quick walk towards my room building makes him let go of it and follow behind me.

"Are you seriously taking all the milk? Those are like three bottles!"

"Yes!"

"You can't do that!"

"Watch me!" I yell. I turn around to push the door with my back to the dorm rooms and notice that he's still there. 

Doesn't he have something better to do?

My foot is ready to kick him but with the bottles in my hands, I don't even manage to get close to his legs. "Don't follow me!"

"Well, if you're going to take all the milk then I am! I want some for my fucking coffee!"

"Fuck off!" I yell, again, once I'm inside the hallway of the building heading towards my room. "Fuck off from the universe! You would be making a huge favor to the planet! Maybe even the trash would disappear with you because it's going to be following their leader!"

"Well! Right back at you!"

"Ah, great comeback!" I arrive at my door when I realise my hands can't get my keys because of the bottles on them. I tilt my head backwards annoyed. 

Now what?

"Need some help?"

"No." I reply ready to leave the bottles on the ground. I kneel down but Lucifer's eyes follow me, smirk on his face, arms across his chest and his back resting on the wall.

"I'm not gonna steal them."

"Yeah, I believe you and everything." I roll my eyes getting up, still with the bottles on my hands.

"I'm saying the truth. I'm not gonna grab the bottles the moment you leave them on the floor, why would I do that?" He asks with a little smile and I shake my head, smelling the sarcastic tone from where I'm standing. "Are you gonna stay there or are you gonna put the bottles down?"

"I have the entire day." I say defensively. "You probably have something stupid to do."

He laughs. "Says the girl that's willing to stay outside her room with bottles of milk all day."

"That's my business."

"Well, I'm gonna make it mine because I," Lucifer leaves the wall and approaches my face "want that milk." He whispers softly against my skin.

My heart speeds up the moment he stares deeply into my eyes. Unintentionally, I move them towards his lips. Like a quick reflex of his closeness. Shaking my head realising what I'm doing my feet stand there hating my eyes for what they did— why the hell did I do that for? I look up to his eyes and notice that he's trying to not laugh. He definitely noticed that I was staring at his lips.

I hate the way he makes me feel, I hate that even if he's not doing anything, my heart beats faster without letting me do something about it.

I can give Lucifer the milk and get him away from me, but just like the other night, his eyes on me and his way to stare at my soul in only less than two seconds makes me want to stay put and try to not lose it. Even if I try, there'a like a spell he places on me enabling me from taking my eyes away from him.

Before I can regain the control of my body, the voice of a girl yelling a couple of feet away from me leads us both to break the eye contact and stare at the young girl looking our way, with what seems to be the lunch lady by her side.

"There she is!" The young lady points at me for the lunch lady to start walking towards me.

Oh shit— she looks pissed. All of this childish nonsense that I didn't think of something very important. I stole the milk bottles.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asks angrily. Before I can open my mouth, she takes the bottles out of my hands and stares at me with fire in her eyes. "Stealing the three bottles of milk? What the hell where you thinking?"

"I—"

"Not a single word young lady!" She lifts her index finger and places it in front of my mouth. "Never do it again! Do you hear me?" I quickly nod. "Good. Now, if you two excuse me—" She gives Lucifer the same look and then walks away with the girl, leaving me behind.

How come someone so tiny and innocent looking, could be so intimidating and firm? Damn, lady.

I turn to Lucifer still surprised at what just happened but the smile on his face, trying to hide the fact that he wants to burst out in laughter, makes the surprise feeling that I have on my body to turn, once again, in annoyance.

"I hate you." I say firmly, getting the keys from my backpack.

"You're the one that stole the bottles. Not me." He shrugs his shoulders and bites his lower lip, trying to not laugh clearly enjoying the fact that I have no longer the milk and I got lectured by the lunch lady.

"I still hate you."

I open my door and take a step inside my room. Turning around to close it behind me, much for my disgust, my eyes land on a smiling Lucifer sill standing in front of me. "Fuck off, Lucifer."

He leans closer to my face once again, slowly and determined, regaining the fast speed of my heart. "Gladly, baby."

"Don't call me baby!" I yell once he turns around. Even if I don't get an answer from him, I know he still smiling. Only his wide back and confident walk for my eyes to stare at.

I walk into my room as a long sigh comes out of my mouth. I feel on my chest the biggest hatred towards someone that I've ever felt. Every word that leaves his mouth, every action, expression, anything he does annoys me, no matter what it is. I don't know why.

He's just so... ugh. Yeah, that describes him perfectly.

But what I hate, despise, the most is the fact that I, the person that would usually flip everyone off, always be in control of the situation let him get to me. Let him do that to my heart, annoy me, and even worst, make me have little goosebumps on my skin and lose myself under his eyes.

"Fuck him." I say dropping my backpack on the floor. The moment that I let out those words out of my mouth, the idea of actually fucking him, having him on top of me appears in my head. I shake my head disgusted trying to erase those thoughts from my head.

But what disgusts me even more, is the butterflies inside my stomach going crazy at idea of him, kissing every part of my body like there's no tomorrow.

Seriously, what's he doing to me? He's annoying. He's cocky and arrogant. I don't like him at all. 

"I never want to see him again." I say softly, trying to think of something else and forget about the asshole, Lucifer Donovan.

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