Bell is making this his torture method. Jesus fucking Christ, it's been five days.

He pops his gum in class and Bell doesn't look at him. He kicks her chair and she ignores him, just continues on with conversation with their classmate on the way out of the room. She wraps her lips around her straw too fucking slowly in the dining hall because she knows he's staring but she never looks his way (fuck that one-second kiss, fuck it), and what is that? Kol glares at the triangle she's calling a top, fucking peasant, and thinks her ass should be on his lap when she saunters of the hall.

"If Blake and I were dying, who would you save first?" Grayson asks.

Kol stabs his food. "My fucking time and effort."

In their dorm room, Blake is still mad about this, slamming the bathroom door, but Kol doesn't give a shit because he calls his fucking idiot brother. "You said she's going to come to me!" he snaps.

"Maybe because you're a fucking douche," Yvo snaps back, quiet and deadly. "Or because your face makes fucking onions cry."

"Oh yeah, you Finch bitch—"

"Kol," Blaise's sweet voice calls.

Kol clears his throat. He's on speaker. "Sorry," he mutters through gritted teeth. Kol clenches his fist because he knows, he fucking knows his brother is grinning triumphantly.

"Don't worry, okay!" his brother's girlfriend chirps. "She will, I promise. It's too much fun knowing we have you by the balls. I could throw a stick and Yvo would fetch it for me."

"Fuck you," Yvo says in the background.

A denial straight from a Sandejas is the truth. Kol snickers.

"I am, darling," Blaise says. Kol grins. He loves how Blaise puts his fucktard brother in place. "Kol, sweetie, calm down. I know you boys are too goddamn impatient, but I swear that girl will ask you to come to her, she's just having her fun torturing you right now. So when she does, just...do what she says. Trust me, it's cute."

Kol scowls. "Cute."

"Big, bad Sandejases just waiting for orders so they can get what they want." Blaise sighs happily. "I missed those days your brother would come to me for a kiss looking like a puppy."

"Fucking shut up," Yvo says.

"You shut up," Blaise snaps back.

Yvo doesn't say another word.

Kol snickers.

"Good luck!" his brother's girlfriend cheers. "Text me if you need anything. You got this, mwa, love you."

Kol wrinkles his nose and grunts.

"Love you," Blaise repeats, lower and deadlier this time.

"Love you too," Kol grits out, cringing. God, she's not even his sister yet and she's already bossing him around!

"Say bye to your darling brother."

Kol scowls. "Fuck you, bye."

"Fuck yourself, bye," Yvo says before hanging up.

Kol tosses his phone on the bed and glares at it before he gets up to change into his lacrosse uniform.

On the way to the field, Kol thinks about last week's dinner with Bell and how he almost fell face first to the fucking ground seeing her standing there outside her dorm, angry. She looks fuckable and goddamn beautiful and angry, and he panicked when he thought she was done with him before he even had the chance.

Thank fuck she wasn't.

Bell wasn't even paying attention on the sidewalk. Whatever she was fucking thinking while they were walking, it better be about him.

And how was Kol supposed to tell her that he knew it was her favorite restaurant and that he knew her order because he's a fucking prick who observes her all the time and one of the fifty-six versions of the date he planned in his head included that dinner and holding hands afterwards?

Kol flexes his fingers and his mouth twitches staring at them, thinking about her short ones, before he slips them into his gloves.

Fucking Bell. Kol puts out all his anger in his shots and gets praised by his coach for it.

After wiping his sweat, one of his teammates invite him for drinks and he just nods even though he's angry he's not going to spend time with fucking Bell.

Kol slings his gym bag over his shoulder and exits the locker room after his shower, running his fingers in his damp hair, and then his heels dig in the grass seeing Bell standing there, hugging her laptop. She tilts her head to the side and walks away.

"Cap!" James squeezes his shoulder. "You coming?"

Kol moves away and bites out, "No." He follows her.

God, shit, this is fucking humiliating and embarrassing and fuck her, how did his brother do this shit—

"Hi."

Kol glares at her, jaw hardening. It's been five fucking days, how long were you fucking planning on ignoring me, never mind, fuck that, what do you want me to do—

Bell tilts her head to the side and watches him. "I have something I want you to do for me."

"Fucking finally," he hisses under his breath, grip tightening on his bag.

Her lips turn up into a smile that makes his stomach feel like it's punched.

Blaise was right. She enjoys this, she likes dangling him around, having some control over him.

Jesus. Kol looks away before he does something drastic and kisses the shit out of her. "Can you drive me to the mall? I need to go shopping."

Kol stares at her. Shopping.

Bell purses her lips and continues, "My car's at home...but I could ask any of my friends instead to drive me if you're busy—"

Kol thinks of her four dogs Olifuck, Patfuck, Jackfuck, and Elifuck and says, "I'm not."

She grins. "Great."

Fucking relax, you fucking idiot! he yells at his heart.

In his Audi, Bell whistles as she's pulling the seatbelt. "This is...clean."

Well, no one else has seated where she's seated, of course it's fucking clean.

They're silent while Kol drives, but his fingers tighten on the steering wheel when he notices she's staring at the side of his head.

Finally, he snaps, "What."

"I like your arms."

They're good for hugging the shit out of you and holding you up while I fuck you.

Bell doesn't say anything else until Kol parks and they walk to the entrance, and he almost punches her in shock when she slides her hand in his, blinking up at him. "Is this okay? I'd feel less awkward if we do this."

Kol looks away, throat bobbing, his skin fucking tingling and shit.

He hears her quietly chuckle as she pulls him along. "I'll take that as a yes."

Kol shoves his other hand in his pocket and follows her quietly, eyebrows furrowing together when she heads to the men's section of the department store rather than the women's.

Bell lets go of his hand to look at the tie racks and Kol almost looks fucking pathetic chasing after it, looking at her hand with wide eyes. Why'd she let go?!

She looks at the colors, wrinkling her nose, before she picks up a navy blue and a black. Turning to him, Bell raises the tie and narrows her eyes.

Kol stands there.

Bell grins, steps forward and takes his arm, bringing him in front of the mirror. "Hmm." She stands beside him and holds up the navy blue on his chest, looking at him in the mirror with her head tilted, and then holds up the black.

Kol grits his teeth to keep his mouth from twitching. Is she buying a tie for him?

There's really no need to because he has a fuckton of ties at home, but he's not going to say shit.

He rocks on his heels, fucking giddy. Is she going to invite him somewhere?

Bell bites her lip, trying to decide between the two.

Kol likes the black and he wants to say it, but he'll let her choose what she likes on him better.

Bell turns around, leaving him there, and grabs a silver color and a black bowtie and Kol wants to point at the bowtie.

But she shakes her head when she puts up the bowtie in front of his chest and he scowls. Why the fuck did she shake her head, he looks fucking good in everything.

Finally, Bell settles with the black tie with a smile, looking up at him. "This'll do, I think he'll like this better. Thanks."

She saunters away to the counter, taking her wallet out.

He?! HE!!!

Kol moves away when Bell tries to take his hand again on the way out of the store. She frowns, obviously hurt, and turns away, muttering, "Come on."

Kol sneers at the back of her head and doesn't bother falling into step beside her. Fuck this.

He glares at the fucking paper bag she's holding at the escalator, standing behind her.

Bell doesn't turn around to look whether he's still following, but she looks at the reflections on the glass window, like she's not sure if he left her

He should be holding her fucking hand. But no, he's angry.

She leads him inside a clothing alterations shop. He slumps down on the couch without a fucking care in the world and takes out his phone. Bell glances at him once and turns back to the counter with a smile, asking for her order.

Kol is pressing buttons on his fucking calculator when she drops her purse and fucking paper bag on the space next to him. "Wait here," she mutters before turning around. Kol stares at her ass.

Wait. He scoffs, punching the bag. He's like a fucking dog.

Kol glares at the closed dressing room platform she disappeared into and almost fucking chokes on his saliva when the curtain suddenly opens.

Skin. Oh, fucking fuckity fuck fuck—

Leg slit. Open back, fucking cleavage staring at him, bare shoulders and arms and Kol can see the outline of her fucking body in that thing she calls a dress.

Whoever she's bringing with her to the fucking occasion, Kol hopes he gets fucking food poisoning and dies.

He ignores the sting in his chest and opens the door, then he snatches the two paper bags from her and throws them without a shit at the backseat.

Bell gapes at him. "What the hell is your problem?"

Kol brushes past her and opens his door with more force than necessary, but she blocks his way and closes the door, angry. "Answer me, Sande—"

"I don't share," he hisses through gritted teeth.

Kol waits for her to slap him, but Bell only lets out a scoff and rubs her forehead. "Jesus Christ, of course you don't. I don't share either, so lose the attitude."

Kol stares at her.

The fuck does she think he'd do, buy some fucking shoes for someone else?

Bell rolls her eyes, lips pursing. "The tie was for my brother. Will you stop throwing a tantrum now?"

Oh. Kol opens the door, quieter this time, and slides in the driver's side without complaint.

Bell is already smiling when she rounds the car.

She doesn't try taking his hand again when he walks her to the dorm no matter how many times he begs her to in his head.

She faces him in front of her door and smiles brightly. "What'd you think of the dress?"

"You know what I fucking think, you little shit."

It makes her laugh. Kol's toes curl in his shoes.

She steps closer to him. God. Raspberries. "Thank you for accompanying me today."

Bell tiptoes, slides her hand on his neck to pull him down a bit, and kisses him.

Ah, shit. Shit! Fuck! FUCK!

He's dizzy and he's barely on his feet while he takes his time tasting her, fitting her lip in between both of his, and he swears he feels Bell smile in his mouth and press harder, and he pushes his hand in her neck and the other digs onto her bare side, pulling her to him.

Her fingers scratch his scalp and he squeezes her hip almost punishingly for that, bites her lip.

Bell pulls back with a smile. "That part of the list?"

"Fuck yes." He kisses her again.

"Anything else I should know aside from not sharing?" she teases, grins when he chases her mouth, hand going to his shirt.

"Hate being ignored," Kol mutters, kisses her once. Twice. Fuck. "Fucking hate it."

Bell is giggling. "Noted." She pushes him back with one hand on his chest and Kol slaps it away, stepping forward, cages her in between his palms on either side of her head.

He stares at her, then glances at her lips, and then back up to her sexy fucking eyes. "And I need your fucking number."

It makes her laugh again. She recites the number to him, keeping her eyes on his while his hands go to her fucking offensive thighs, Jesus Christ, brushing his fingertips on her skin.

Kol memorizes her number in his head, bends down to kiss her one last time, and then Bell ducks under him and opens her room with a grin. "See you tomorrow."

"You better, doll," he drawls, breathing heavily, eyes on her mouth.

Bell grins and closes the door, and all Kol can think of as he walks back to his dormitory with his fucking tight jeans is I'm fucked.