"Fuck are we doing here?" I mutter and look around the field. It's full of students and teachers. There's some extra curricular activity fair going around to promote clubs and shit but mainly it's an excuse to hype up the BU Terriers. They have a game this Friday so everyone is gathered in celebration, dressed up in scarlett and white and sucking the hockey players' dicks.

"You need to fucking let loose," Zack grumbles and chucks a football my way. I catch it easily as he takes a few steps back so that he's far away enough. I toss the football to him and it spirals in the air before landing in his hands. "All you do is break shit in our dorm and throw temper tantrums. We're not going home until you're too exhausted to even take a piss."

I hold back a snort as he throws the ball back to me. In his defence he's right. I break all of my shit but he's the one who has to hear it and then help me clean up. I fucking owe the guy for putting up with me so I'll humour him for now.

"You going to tomorrow's game?" He asks after we toss the ball for a few minutes, referring to the Terriers' first match of the season.

"Why would I?"

"Everyone's going to be there," He shrugs. "I'm tagging along with Liv."

My muscles tighten at the mention of her. Will I ever be able to hear her name and not want to jump out of my own skin? "Olivia doesn't like hockey."

"She likes Beck," Zack laughs and I bite down on my tongue before I say something stupid, like how she's too good for that bastard or any fucker for that matter. Fucking whatever. It's not my place anyways. "Besides, I don't have anything better to do."

Neither do I but I have no interest in going to that asshole's game. "Fuck that."

"Suit yourself," Zack shrugs.

He rears his arm back for another throw then pauses, his eyes flashing at something behind me. I turn around to take a look for myself.

Professor Alvarez is talking to a student, listening with a patient smile as the guy yammers on about his club.

I take a moment to really look at her since Zack is so head-over-dicks. She's fucking pretty, I'll give him that. Naturally tall with a physique you can tell is slim even though her clothes are on the baggier side. She has light brown hair and eyes that are too big for her face but they make her appear younger than she already is. But it's the vibe around her—inviting without meaning to. You see a chick like that and you just want to know her story. She has soul and Zack's not the only dude who has his eyes on her, I realize, watching some of the students openly ogle.

I look back at him just in time to see him curse and walk away. I jog after him, barely catching up as he heads towards the bleachers like his ass is on fire. He goes a couple steps up before taking a seat on one of the benches, openly brooding.

"Christ, you're fucking dramatic," I pant and take a seat beside him. It's hot as fuck today so I waste no time stripping off my shirt and flinging it over my shoulder, my elbows leaning on the bench behind me while I sprawl out. "Could've just looked away instead of running like a pussy."

"It was either running away or running to her," He snaps back. His stare is pinned on one spot and I finally notice that we can see her perfectly from here. Huh. Fucker wanted a view.

"Profe—I mean, Rowan. Have you guys talked?"

"No," He grumbles.

"You still going to her classes?"

"Yeah."

"That's your problem. Fuck are you torturing yourself for? Switch classes or drop it and take it next semester."

"That class is the only time I get to see her," He explains, still not meeting his eyes.

"Je-sus, you're whipped," I whistle low. "Get it together, Zack-attack. Plenty of fish in the sea."

"Shut up," He rolls his eyes at my use of his father's nickname for him. "And I don't want other fucking fish."

"I don't get it. What's so special about her?"

"Man, I don't fucking know, okay? I just know what I feel."

"Sometimes your feelings play tricks on you," I shrug. "You have to recognize what you can control and what you can't. She said to focus on your senior year, right? So do that and if she's really meant to be in your life, have faith that you'll get her back but after you get your shit together. Show her you're responsible and capable of making good decisions and maybe she'll stop treating you like you're a kid."

Zack finally looks away from her to blink at me. "That was actually decent advice."

I snort. "You realize I act like a dumb asshole so you can feel better about yourself, right? I'm a lot fucking smarter than you."

"If you're so smart then why the fuck would you call Olivia a slut?"

My attention snaps to him and I feel my body lock defensively at his words. "The fuck? Who told you that?"

"Landon. Said to make sure Liv was okay because you made her upset. You're a fucking dick for that, Cage."

"I didn't call her a slut," I clarify, looking away and muttering, "I technically implied it."

"You have no fucking space to be saying that shit. Name one girl on campus you haven't fucked. Don't be such a hypocrite."

I don't say anything to that. I can't help but think of earlier in class this week, when Olivia made a jab at me by calling herself a slut to my face. I actually felt fucking guilty because even I know my words hold no truth. Olivia is just friendly and she gets along with everyone but she's picky about who she gets serious with. I know that. I just let my emotions get the better of me that day and when she caught me, I rolled with it because pride wouldn't let me take my words back. Now I'm seeing that came at a price because we haven't put that moment behind us, or at least Olivia hasn't. If anything I fuelled her fire and she won't let me forget it. She's making me eat my words everyday and it's a bitter fucking taste. It's times like these I realize how good she is at messing with me and how I might be in over my head here. Nobody keeps me on my toes like Olivia.

"You should apologize," He continues.

Immediately I start chuckling. "When's the last time you heard me do that? Not happening."

"So you stand by what you said to her?"

"No. But I won't apologize either."

"Because of this stupid game you two are playing?" He makes a disgusted face. "You guys will do anything except fucking talk to each other. It's childish as fuck."

"Maybe," I mutter. My mouth twitches. "Kind of fun, though. Gives me something to look forward to everyday."

When Zack scoffs I look at him. He's shaking his head, looking like he's suppressing a smile. "You know what this game actually is, right?"

"Just a game."

"No, asshole. It's an excuse for you two to be part of each other's lives somehow but you're both too stubborn to drop your grudges so you're pulling this hate game instead. You guys still care about each other and you also want to fuck big time."

"I'm not going to fuck her," I mumble, not admitting that the idea of it has crossed my mind once or twice. Fucking whatever. I have a dick. Sue me. "And you're wrong. I don't care about her."

"Whatever you say."

"I'm serious," I sit up straighter, annoyed that he won't drop it. "She doesn't mean anything to me."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckles and jerks his chin to the direction of the field. "That mean anything to you?"

My brows come together in confusion. I follow his line of sight and it isn't hard to spot Olivia out in the field. What the fuck is she wearing? Some sort of red dress that swishes when she walks and is short as fuck. There's a guy walking beside her and his hand is on her hip, resting there comfortably. My fingers clench involuntarily.

"He looks familiar," I grit out, referring to the guy.

"He's in our year. Manuel."

"What happened to Beck? Guess I wasn't wrong about her, was I?"

"Relax, you dick. He's gay. They instruct the salsa club together."

"We have a salsa club?"

"Yeah. Honestly wasn't doing too well until Olivia joined. Apparently her and Manuel kick ass at dancing so they've been getting attention."

"Tell me again why this is fucking relevant?" I take my phone out, bored as fuck already. I don't care what Olivia does with her free time. Unless what she does has something to do with me, I have no interest. Zack was wrong.

"So you're not confused at what's about to happen."

Before I can even ask what in the hell he's talking about, music starts blaring through the field speakers. It's Mia by Bad Bunny and Drake but I don't really care about that. Not when Olivia suddenly stands on one of the desks that belong to chess club, the fucking geeks gawking up at her and probably able to look right up her dress from where they're sitting. Olivia puts her hands up in the air and behind her head, her hips lazily moving side to side. Whistles and cheers ring out from every single fucking guy on the field and they stop what they're doing to watch. My chest heaves.

"What the fuck is she doing?" I demand.

"Shouldn't have provoked her." Zack looks way too fucking amused right now.

When the lyrics to the song start up, so does Olivia. She whips her head, smoothing her hair out of her face and keeping it there as she moves her waist. The rest of her body is completely still as she easily glides her hips in an up and down motion that accentuates her hourglass body, showing us she knows how to use it. She doesn't do anything expect move her hips in all kinds of provoking ways and suddenly her choice of dress makes sense. It swishes around her and just barely exposes what's underneath each time her body moves. People have started recording, openly gaping, cheering her on. She has a smile on her face but I know it isn't because of the attention. She doesn't care about that. She only ever makes that smile when she dances. She's happy.

But I'm not.

My jaw ticks in irritation as Manuel grabs her by the waist and lifts, setting her down on the ground again. The chorus kicks up at that very moment and then those two just fucking go at it. With her arms around his neck and his on her hips, they start moving in unison against each other. Their bodies swivel and dip on every beat and they move like they're one person. I'd be impressed if I wasn't so goddamn annoyed. I know the dude is gay but Christ, this dance is basically fucking with clothes on. Manuel has one of his legs between hers and Olivia moves on it, rocking her hips in circles. It's provocative as fuck and I'm not the only one who sees it. Guys blatantly check out Olivia's ass, sharing grins and impressed looks. She's got to know what she's doing right now.

"Seriously, what the fuck?" I ask Zack again. I glare at him and briefly take my eyes away from Olivia, though it's harder than it should be. "She's like you're little sister. You're gonna let her do that shit?"

"She's a grown ass woman. It's not up to me to 'let' her do anything," He snorts. "And it's just a fucking dance. Bachata is meant to be sensual."

"Doesn't explain why the fuck she's doing it in front of the whole school."

"She's promoting the salsa club," He shrugs but I don't buy it. There has to be ulterior motive here. I look back to her.

Manuel dips her back and she hangs on with one hand on the back of his neck, the other dragging down the side of her face, then her neck, then between her cleavage. Hoots of approval ring out and Manuel straightens her up again. Then their pace changes and their moves become faster, less sensual and more dramatic.

He spins her in rapid circles before pulling her flush against her, their foreheads together and both of them obviously breathing hard. Manuel takes hold of one of her legs and lifts it up until it's completely upright, Olivia's heeled foot beside her head. He brings her leg down to lock around her waist and he bends backwards on one leg with Olivia leaning against him and going down with him. She brings her legs down just as he grabs her waist and lifts her up into the air, turning in a slow circle and grinning up at her. Olivia has her head thrown back and a huge smile on her face like she's laughing. I swallow hard. I hate how beautiful she looks.

When Manuel sets her on her feet, they change it up again. There's no more routine. They're just dancing for the fuck of it, moving on each other. Manuel grabs another girl and starts dancing with her while Olivia heads off in another direction.

At first I think she's going somewhere random but it only takes a few seconds to realize she's actually heading towards the benches. Where Zack and I are. My fingers twitch in frustration because I won't let myself stand up and get out of here no matter how much I want to. I know exactly what the fuck she's doing now. I side-glance Zack who's stretching his neck from side to side before standing up. Olivia makes it to the benches and climbs up. Zack offers his hand and she takes it, letting him pull her up the rest of the way. Meanwhile my ass is glued to the bench and I glare up at them when they start dancing together.

They've always shared a love for dancing, something I was never able to relate to. Uncle Nate used to be a stripper back in his days but he was a damn good dancer too and he taught Zack. That's why Zack doesn't even hesitate to pick up where Manuel left off, and when him and Olivia perform the exact same moves in synchrony I know Zack was in on this from the beginning. What they're doing is rehearsed, the two of them doing some sort of routine with hip-hop moves that go perfectly to the "rap" portion of the song. They're on beat and in total harmony and all the students cheer, enjoying this show even more than the last.

The final chorus resumes and Zack slips an arm around Olivia's waist, moving his hips in tune with hers. He spins her so her back is to his chest and her arm snakes up, wrapping around his neck from behind. They move side to side in rhythm, no crazy moves, but they know how to make that simple maneuver look good. Everyone's cheering now, clapping and whistling. Almost every phone is out to record the show and I curse and look away because I don't want to be in any videos. I have no fucking doubt of how brooding and pissed off I look right now.

I don't even have the chance to leave because as soon as I start to sit up, Olivia's heel comes down on my chest to stop me. My jaw clenches and achingly slow, I drag my gaze up. It's torture as my eyes graze over every smooth and olive-toned inch of her leg and I try not to let myself pause on the hem of her dress. From this angle, with her standing over me, I could see between her legs if I wanted to. But I don't want to. My nostrils flare and I force my eyes to meet hers as they blaze down on me. She lowers herself until she's crouched and it takes everything I have to keep my face neutral when throws a leg on either side of me to straddle me without actually sitting on my lap. She hovers just an inch above my legs, not touching me. I can't fucking believe how much I want her to take that inch away. But she does something worse.

Suddenly she's dancing on me, her hands in her hair while she moves her hips in circles just shy of mine. Every muscle in my body locks up to stay in place and not react to her. I keep my face unamused while I watch as she places one hand on my chest and drags it down. Her touch on my bare skin fucking burns me. I'm hot all over, my skin prickling with awareness at the barely-there graze of her fingers. Just that simple touch and watching her work on me and I'm hard as fuck. It doesn't last more than a few seconds but I'm already worked up by the time she stands again. She looks down at me over her shoulder and scoffs, stepping off the benches and back to the field with an exaggerated sway of her hips that I can't pull my eyes away from. Manuel is right there to help her down and he holds her arm up, the two of them bowing as the song ends.

There's a mixed response — some people look genuinely impressed, most of the guys look like they want to fuck Olivia, and most of the girls are noticeably whispering "slut" and "whore" with dramatic eye rolls. Olivia clearly doesn't care, smiling sweetly and waving as her and Manuel take off to where their club information is set up. People are already flanking the desk to sign up.

"Fucking seriously?" My glare lands on Zack. "What was that shit?"

"You know what it was," He tosses back evenly. "Did you really think you could piss off Liv and she'd cower? She just gave you the biggest 'fuck you' there was. She doesn't care about looking like a slut. That's why she did it in front of the school. But she cares that you'd go far enough to call her one."

I bite my tongue and look away again. Olivia is chatting with some girl who's signing a sheet. She looks like she's complimenting her and Olivia grins proudly, rubbing her arm in a warm manner. It's true—she's getting glares and looks of disgust but she doesn't see any of that. She doesn't give the slightest fuck what these people think about her. This was a personal message to me, that even if I call her a slut she'll gladly act like one for her own amusement. She's telling me I can't get to her and I fucking hate it.

Before I can even make sense of what I'm doing I push my weight up and stand, jumping down from the benches and crossing the field. I ignore whoever tries to stop me because I have my sights set on one person only. She notices me when I'm a couple feet away but doesn't even react, her attention returning to the girl as they continue their conversation. Her dismissal only pisses me off even more.

"Come with me," I demand. I don't even give her a chance to protest as I grab her by the wrist and lead her away. She doesn't struggle or try to fight me off at all. Instead she laughs. Fucking laughs at me. It's everything I can do to keep my patience intact as I lead her inside the school. I open the first door my hand touches and shove her inside. It's a fucking janitor's closet but it'll do. I lock it and turn around to face her. She's leaning back against one of the shelves, grinning. Enjoying this. Enjoying me lose it exactly the way she intended.

"Did you like that?" She asks in a sultry voice. "Was my dance slutty enough for you?"

"Shut up, Olivia." I snap. How much longer is she going to drag that out? Why won't she just fucking forget it?

Her brows go up. "What? Round two? You're absolutely right, Lucas. I haven't even started with the hockey team, have I?"

"That's enough," I stalk forward until there's no more than a centimetre between us. "Point made."

"I don't think so." She lowers her voice but it's hard as steel. "Apologize."

I don't even hesitate. "Not a fucking a chance."

"That's very rude of you," Her lip curls. "I gave you a show and this is what I get?" Her eyes drop down pointedly, her pleased smile widening. "Oops. I gave you more than a show, didn't I?"

She doesn't get to do this. I thought our game had limits but she's going too far. She doesn't get to have the upper hand here.

That fucking know-it-all expression slips off her face when I grab her throat, taking another step forward until she's locked between the shelf and my body. I press into her and her lips part, her only giveaway that this is doing something to her. The rest of her face is stone cold.

"Don't act like you're not wet for me right now," I whisper and her eyes flash with shock. She shouldn't be surprised. If she doesn't want limits then I won't have any either. "You didn't have to dance on me to prove your point. You wanted to. You can say whatever the hell you want about how sadistic and crazy I am but you're no better. You love playing this game with me so I'm not the only fucked up one here, am I?"

"Guess not," She grits out. "Because I don't plan on stopping. Least of all when you fucking disrespect me. Don't you think you've done enough of that or are you trying to be left behind again?"

I fucking hate it when she hits me where it counts. Every fucking time she throws our past in my face and makes me remember that I'm still not over it. Over her. My fingers tighten around the column of her neck in warning.

"Play whatever game you want. But don't shake your ass for every fucker out there to whack their dicks over when they go to sleep tonight. This is between me and you only."

"Then don't kiss other girls in front of me," She snaps and understanding dawns on me. That's what this is about. "And don't fuck them like you're in a freaking porno, loud enough for our entire floor to hear."

"Fine," I say in a bored voice and try to keep my smile at bay. Any semblance of humiliation I had for actually feeling jealous today is gone because Olivia is on the same boat. For some reason that takes away some of my reservations and I'm speaking before I can stop myself. My voice is a whisper when I lean down, my mouth grazing her ear. "You're not a slut, firecracker. Now stop fucking pissing me off."

I release her, ignoring the surprise on her face, and stalk out of the janitor's closet. I adjust myself with a wince and head in the direction of the residence building. As much as I hate to admit it, I've never wanted her so bad.

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A/N

FUEGO! That was crazy hot. I know there's a lot of drama here but I'm kind of living for that? And the tension between Lucas and Olivia is seriously crazy. It's different from my other stories which I love because I need different.

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