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"So," Blake starts at breakfast, eyeing him. "You haven't been sleeping in our room these past few nights."

It's a waste of breath and five fucking seconds to reply to him. Kol's mouth twitches instead as he sits down, eyes raising to find Bell's.

She's seated beside her dogs today and she's laughing, covering her mouth while she chews. Her hair is still damp from her shower and Kol feels the fucking dip in his belly staring at the gray turtleneck she's wearing to cover up his marks on her neck.

Grayson taps Blake's shoulder sympathetically. "Apparently, Arden Bell is prettier than you."

"How the fuck did asshole Kol get a relationship before me?" Blake hisses, glaring at him. "My status is still made dinner for two, ate both. Jesus."

Bell finally raises her head, feeling his eyes on her, and she gives him a smile before turning away, cheeks flushed.

Kol fights the fucking zoo of animals in his stomach all day thinking about her smile and fucking laugh and sexy eyes and her thighs, and the sounds she makes when he's kissing her and touching her, and God. Fucking amazing Bell. Fucking beautiful piece of ass she is.

But his mood gradually darkens every hour that she doesn't text him and he wants to demand what's more important than missing him because he fucking misses her already, god fucking damn it, and he just saw her this morning and didn't want to leave her bed.

A bed he rolled over multiple times in because of Jackfuck.

While Bell was in the shower last night, Kol texted Blaise because his brother is a fucking asshole. a dog was lying on her bed and i fucking hate it .

Blaise sent him numerous laughing emojis. GOD, you are JUST like yvo. roll over it, that's what he used to do ;)

Kol snickered before he realized that was a fucking good idea. He told Blaise, not a word to the asshole

say you love me and i wont tell him <3

FUCK YOURE SO ANNOYING, he said. love u.

AW i love you too u cute bean <3 MWA ENJOY

Kol slams his locker door after changing into his lacrosse uniform remembering that prick and seeing that his phone has zero messages. Still. He sneers. Bell said she's going to see him today and he's going to make her see him today after practice.

Swinging his stick, Kol steps out of the locker room and nearly smashes his head in when he sees the cheerleading squad in the field, opposite the lacrosse boundaries.

Kol stands there and stares at Bell in the air. Her legs. Hair tied up. Neck marked with red. Sweaty and flushed face. Jesus Christ, that's his, that's all his.

She's too focused on staying balanced to see him. Kol doesn't take his eyes away from her as he walks towards the bleachers, getting a good view of her ass and the back of her legs.

"Sandejas."

Kol lets his eyes stay on Bell for five more seconds, fuck the prick who's interrupting him, before he sees Jackfuck standing in front of him, eyebrows furrowed.

Kol's face is blank and relaxed, still swinging his stick.

"Leave Arden alone."

All he can hear is a dog barking. Kol stares at him, not understanding his language.

"She deserves better than an asshole like you."

Oh, the bitch is fucking noisy. Kol brings his finger to his ear and scratches it lazily, still eyes on him. This is a waste of fucking minutes he could've spent staring at Bell, Jesus Christ.

Jackfuck seems to be getting angrier by the second. "Do you hear me—"

Kol steps forward, gripping his stick, and ah, look at that, he steps back, hands clenching.

Kol lets the corner of his mouth tilt up as he chews his gum, and then he swings his stick on his shoulder, wanting to laugh at the dog flinching, and walks away.

He gets angry at practice because he can't concentrate. Not with the hands fucking groping her legs every time she comes down from the air. Not when she's tossed in the air and Kol gets a fucking heart attack every time.

"Sandejas!" his coach snaps. "Focus, boy!"

He's fucking trying, he wants to scream, but God, Bell, Bell.

As soon as practice is over, Kol scans the field with his jaw clenched but she's not in the bleachers or headed towards the locker room, and he stalks towards the vending machines down the hall and he finds her there, bending down to grab her water.

Kol stalks towards her, leans his head down to her ear with one palm on the wall beside her head, grips her ass with his other hand and whispers, "You're so fucking pretty and distracting."

She doesn't turn her head, but she's smiling when she says, "Hi, Sandejas."

"Bell." Kol bends his head down and licks over the marks he left last night. And the other night before that. His hand squeezes her under her skirt.

She slaps it away when she turns around and faces him with a grin, cheeks flushed red as she presses her back on the wall. "I'm sweaty."

"So fucking what." His hands go around her waist and God fuck this tight uniform. Someday, if she lets him, Kol will fuck her with this on.

Her hand goes to his hair and her fingers run over his strands. Kol pulls her to him and buries his head on her neck, and she giggles in the hug, squeezing him.

He loves that, fucking loves it.

"Missed me?" Bell teases.

"Shut up. Go on a date with me."

Her hands stroke the back of his neck. "What's the magic word?"

"Or else."

Bell laughs. "That's two words but point taken."

Kol pulls back, grips her chin with two of his fingers and brushes his mouth over hers. Because he has fifty-six versions, he asks, "What's your idea of a fucking perfect date."

She's grinning at him. "DD/MM/YY, other formats can be confusing."

Kol scowls. "Think you're fucking funny?"

"A bit." Bell leans up on her tiptoes and kisses him quickly, hands on his cheek. Gentle, soft. "Anything's good as long as it's with you."

"Oh fuck," Kol breathes, shutting his eyes and brushing his thumb over her throat, "shut up."

His heart is nearly dead.

Bell laughs again and kisses his cheek one last time before she ducks under his arm. "I'll text you what time you're picking me up tonight."

Kol slaps her ass before she leaves, and she gives him a glare, rubbing it over her skirt.

He takes his phone from his pocket and messages her. that ass is mine. tell everyone else to get their hands off or ill fucking chop them

Kol sees Bell look at her phone and smile at it, shaking her head, before skipping away to the locker room.

He showers, gets some work done, changes thrice—all the while looking at his phone, waiting for it to fucking do something. He paces the room angrily when it's six and Bell hasn't messaged him yet, even slams his phone on the mattress.

Why is she fucking ignoring him! She knows he hates it!

"Oh my God, Kol, sit the fuck down," Blake hisses. "Go to Bell or something."

"She's fucking ignoring me," Kol snaps, but then his mood suddenly disappears when it lights up with a message.

can't today, sorry

What the fuck! She's taking it back?

Worry and panic seep in first. did something fucking happen are u okay

Bell reads it immediately. no and im fine. i just cant today

Now, he's angry. Kol throws the phone on the bed and makes his roommate jump.

He sits there, angry, wondering what he did wrong. Did he do something wrong? He wanted to spend time with her, goddamn it.

"Oh my God, you look like a child," Blake says.

Kol changed thrice! He researched famous date places for hours instead of doing his homework and listed down fucking pros and cons! He was going to humiliate himself ice skating because he knows she likes it!

He calls her.

"Sandejas." She sounds tired. What the fuck.

"What's wrong with you?" Kol demands, grabbing his phone and keys and slamming the door open. "Where are you?"

Bell sighs. "Calm down, I'm in my room but I'm fine—"

"Arden, where do you want—"

"On the bed, just on the bed. Thanks, Patrick," Bell mutters.

On the bed what.

To him, Bell says, "I'm really sorry, but Patrick's here and—"

Kol hangs up and nearly runs to her dorm. He's panicking, he's angry, he's confused, why the fuck is Patfuck in her room and on the bed fucking what

He doesn't bother knocking. Just slams it open.

"Oh my God, you just barged in my room," Bell squeaks, eyes wide. "This is colonialism, Sandejas, you know that?"

Patfuck blinks at him from where he's standing, opening the plastic bag on the bed. "Er, hi."

Kol bows his head from the door and breathes out a shaky sigh of relief and goddamn it. She's not...she's okay and she's not kissing Patfuck or on the bed with him or fucking...leaving Kol.

"I can't believe this," Bell whines under her blanket, and Kol raises his head to see her layered up in a huge hoodie and sweatpants and her face is pale and sweaty. "I cancelled because I didn't want to you to see me and here you are, anyway—oh, stop with the look, Sandejas."

Kol is glaring at Patfuck.

He inches towards the door. "I'm just gonna...yeah, feel better, Arden."

"Thanks," Bell mutters, and Patfuck rushes out. Thank fuck.

Kol walks towards the bed and demands, "The fuck's wrong with you."

"The hell is wrong with you!" Bell cries suddenly, making him blink, and she covers her face in her hands and her shoulders are shaking. "I already said I couldn't make it today—"

"So you called one of your dogs?" Kol growls, sitting on the bed.

Bell raises her head and goddamn it. She's crying. "Dogs?" she whispers.

"Patfuck."

"Who?!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kol demands again, impatient, studying her face, even pulling her blanket back to check her body. "Did an asshole drop you at cheerleading or something? What the fuck—"

"I'm on my period, you dumbass!" Bell shouts, crying again, smacking his shoulder. "I feel horrible and you're not making shit better!"

Kol blinks.

Oh. So...so, uh, what—what is he supposed to do?

He scratches the back of his neck and sits there. God, he wishes he could fucking ask Blaise or his fucktard brother, but he doesn't want to leave Bell and maybe...maybe he should just ask her?

"What—"

"Just leave," she mutters, lying down and turning away from him. "You can't fuck me like this, anyway. I look and feel disgusting."

"Fucking idiot." Kol clenches his jaw, kicks the bag out of the way so he can scoot closer to her, and turns her face to his, meeting her wide eyes. "What do I need to do? What helps the pain, fucking tell me."

Bell blinks up at him. "What?"

Kol forces himself to stare at her eyes. "I don't—I don't know shit about this, so tell me what you need. And don't you dare say leave."

Her tears are welling up again. Jesus. He reaches over her cheek and brushes it away as gently as possible. "You, uh, I asked Patrick to buy me food and some pads," she whispers, sniffing. "So there's nothing else, really...but just—cuddles. My whole body hurts."

Kol scowls. "Why were you making me fucking leave, then? You were going to ask Patfuck?"

"No." Bell glares at him. "And stop calling him that. We're friends."

"Better only fucking be." He takes off his shoes and lies down next to her, wrapping his arms around her small body. Kol swears he hears her sigh of contentment when Bell sprawls on top of him, burying her face in his neck and hugging him like a fucking koala.

Kol rubs her back with one hand and the other goes to her hair. He's still mad she didn't call him. "I added something to the list."

"Mm."

"Fucking call me when you need me and when you don't," he snaps. "I already told you I hate being ignored."

She laughs quietly in his skin. "Sorry." Bell presses a kiss to his neck in apology. "And noted. I was just...well, I'm not pretty."

"Stop fishing for fucking compliments."

"I'm not!" Bell smacks him, sitting up, but Kol pulls her back down and she huffs in his neck.

Kol sighs in frustration. "Jesus, Bell. I planned fifty-six fucking dates in my head just because I wanted to spend time with you. This wasn't one of them but I still get to spend time with you, so fucking shut up."

She raises her head to look at him, eyes wide. "Fifty-six?"

"All of them ended with me fucking you but cuddling is great, too."

Bell laughs, dropping her head on his shoulder. "You're so cute. My lower back hurts," she mutters.

Fucking period. Kol brings his hands down to her lower back. "Here?"

She nods. Kisses his jaw in gratitude. God, he loves that.

Loves this. Fucking loves her.

"You said to call you when I need you and when I don't," she whispers, squeezing him.

Kol grunts once in affirmation, still massaging her back.

"Be my date to my friend's wedding?"

Kol grins in her hair, fights the animals again in his stomach. "Sure, doll." Fuck yes!

"And...stay."

Bell said it so fucking quietly he barely heard her, but he kisses her temple and whispers, "Magic word."

She smacks him. "Or else."

Kol laughs and hugs her tight. "That's my fucking girl."

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