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Wattpad story by @obsessivewriting

Chapter 3


"Think about why you're here" my theatre teacher says in his thick typical French accent. "Do you know why—maybe you were you forced to do this, or are you aspiring to become an actor". He paces the open space.

Me and my co-stars are sat crossed legged, in a circle. The black-stage is dark and dimly lit. Adding depth to the teacher's features.

"Now that we have the play, the roles, the scripts, we need emotion, we need you. I want you to act with passion. I want you to find your drive and push it through every rehearsal. So before we start our sessions we are going to share our goals for the day. Then commence with work"

I nod as, Jack—Jacques—keeps talking.

We're supposed to connect through telling our goals to the person beside us. Then around the room we'll share what each other said.

We did that exercise, for a while. Till it was time to rehearse.

The play is about a woman who is abused by her husband without realizing. He caught her supposedly cheating, and she wanted forgiveness—leaving him abusing her and her seeing it as her punishment and that she deserved it .

I watch as Cedric paced the front stage in contemplation. He turns towards me with an angry look. My foot rapidly taps the floor.

"Don't lie to me Mrs. Sylvia" he says, pointing at me.

My chest raises heavier and I stand up, moving closer I lower my head.

"Have you been looking at another man", I solemnly nod my head. "What did you fancy, his self or his genitalia. I can assure you either option will leave you stagnant. You will not find solace in the trees you so dearly like. I will confine you with those thoughts you so despise. Until you realize who you fancy."

I take in a gasping breath, "Mr. Gallon, I promise from the stars and back I have not stopped loving you. I just found comfort in another man. An Acquaintance to pass time. He has a wife as well, and that's who he fancy's. I am, but a mere thought in his mind."

Cedric laughs with darkness as he comes forward, "a wife, what wife would not question the thought of their husband returning home late. And what mind do I have if I do not question your comings and goings".

"Well I-" I forget my lines—shrugging I point my finger out at him and say, "you should mind your own business".

Cedric burst out laughing and grabs his script from the floor.
"It was: 'and what kind of person would I be-'".

"To not love you anymore" I finish for him, getting a smile out of Cedric and just as it grew it dropped once he glanced at the door.

I turn over my shoulder to see Maverick—his roommate, was watching Cedric act, with his friends. Maverick smirks when he notices Cedric looking over at him and starts smirking.

I scoff and take Cedric by his hand, dragging him to the back of the stage to our seats. As our friends play out the next scene.

"What the heck is his deal" I ask, picking through my nail for any dirt.

"Well, he just likes to be a total bastard sometimes, that's what he does—terrorizes me. I can't catch a break cause his ass, won't leave me alone—sorry for cussing so much" he adds.

I shrug and stare daggers at the empty space that was once filled with bullies, by the door.

Cedric tends to not say any bad words as possible, and if he does; he's pissed. So I tend to not correct him on his anger sometimes. But as the friend I am I'm going to ask what's.

"And why did Maverick...do this" I say, throwing my hands around—indicating watching Cedric act.

"In short story he thinks I act like a bitch—a girl—so he says, it's to keep me in check. So he ain't sleeping in the same room as a woman." He shrugs just as confused as I am. "It's like he toughens me up by bullying me" he sighs before adding "do you know what he did the other day".  I shake my head.

"He threw my food on the ground and told me to lick it off the floor or stand up for myself—like a man" he copies mavericks deep gravely voice. "So I punched his friend in the god damned face, then slapped him hard." I raise up anticipation.

"Tell me you popped his other friend in his face". I said, taking on Cedric's slang.

Cedric shakes his head, lowering down to pull up the left side of his pants. Showing his shin. "He looked at me with such disgust, and kicked me so hard in the shin. I had to hold in tears—I did cuss him out though, before limping away as fast as I could."

My blood boils, the same feeling I have whenever I lay eyes on Zackary. 

"Love can be confused with hate, maybe I was seeing hatred on the call the other night" I whisper to myself.

Cedric raises his eyebrows, "now who are we talking about, if we're talking about Maverick, he can't love shit".

I shut my mouth, and scrunch up my nose, "sorry my internal thoughts became what my physical self uttered out" I said in a posh accent that copied the one I do when I'm Mrs. Sylvia.

Cedric laughs and sits back in his chair. "Here's some advice, never, when I tell you never—sleep on campus unless you like your roommate. It is actual hell. Even if you had a nice roommate. The curfew that's set and with the druggies and alcoholics down the hall will make you rethink your life choices".

A smile grows on my face and I wrap my arms around his neck. "I think you're the only one who sees college like that, my little introvert".

He rolls his eyes, "I know, Ms. Coochie wiper".

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My footsteps are silent, as I walk through the backstage.

Nobody's here since I came earlier than usual. Most of my classes were online today so I get to practice my script before the cast gets here.

I move to the dressing room and read the motto on the door.

Be more than yourself, be double or triple, acting
is becoming someone you're not. So embody a
different perspective and lifestyle. 

I open the dressing room and place my bags on the floor before making it to the stage.

I walk through the curtains and my heart leaves my body when I'm face to face with my one and only bully.

A hater.

A hurter.

And A literal psycho.

Zackary Hampton.

He notices me, with a frown that I give back.

I scoff and act confident. "How'd you end up sweeping up after my mess". I say referring to the dirt on the floor I make with my shoes every day.

He purses his lips together, "yes you are a mess, good to stay self aware. But I actually got caught drinking in the school bathroom. So I'll be in your—probably dirty hair for a while".

Then my soul leaves my body. He's going to be invading the one place, I keep him at arms length away from .

I try not to stutter as I reply with a comeback.

"I see the counselor finally realized that you weren't taught basic cleaning skills, so she took into doing it herself. Wait excuse me, I meant basic skills a parent figure should have taught you".

He snaps his head up and drops the broom. Making me step back. Just as clapping came from the theater seating.

I glanced over Zackary's shoulder, to see my teacher smiling with his clipboard.

"Good there are two of you, Zackary" he says which sounds more like jack-er-ary. I hold back a laugh, "and you" he squints and snaps his fingers making my cheeks blush.

He forgot my name again.

"Ahh, Leah there we go" which sounds like Lee-ah-ha. "You two can help me move the costumes to the stage for the designers".

With that he walks away just as Zackary walks towards me.

He stops right by my face and whispers in my ear.

"At least I'm not forgettable".

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Beyond hatred Wattpad story
@ Obsessivewriting

Chapter 2

I wipe my hands on my apron, before slipping it off.

I didn't deal with the fridge isle, but it seems like it—my hands are wet. But it's just sweat. This has been happening lately, and I know why.

"See you guys tomorrow" I say, waving at my co-workers. They smile, continuing scanning items for customers.

Wiping my hands one more time, I push open the door of the grocery store. A cool breeze hits my skin, making me shiver. But once it passes I feel the twinge of heat still in the air.

9pm has the best temperature, but it's the worst place to be at night. Especially coming home from work.

I step outside counting my steps.

1
2
3
4
5

I check my surroundings, normally they would approach me. Scaring the life out of me while taking some along with them.

Five steps is all it took, whenever I pass five steps I know I'm safe, I can walk home enjoying the breeze instead of watching my back.

I gaze up at the sky as I stroll down the side walk. The sound of cars engines pass me and the same streetlight that always flickers, flicks on and off.

Best day ever.

And just like that I jinks myself, I watch as a figure rises off a wall in the alleyway I always pass by. My heart stops—maybe it's a junkie—a homeless man who I can pay for my freedom, no matter if it's one dollar or more they would take it.

But luck left me the day I met his eyes. And now I'm unlucky.
Of course that person wasn't a homeless person

My eyes grow big as they approach me- wait, only him. Normally he would bring his friends.

But it's only Zackary the devil in disguise.

He stands in front of me with his hand out.

"Let's not make this any more of a hassle than it needs to be".

My hands tremble and I want to leave, but I stand my ground, not reaching for my wallet like usual.

His eyes turn dark and he steps forward, making me take one back. Zackary laughs and advances towards making me walk back quicker.

I stop when I feel hands wrapped around my waist. Familiar cologne fills my noise making me flinch.

"You were about to walk onto the street, how would we pay for our alcohol if you were dead", Zackary's best friend says, tucking my hair behind my ear before pushing me forward.

I hit Zackary's chest, falling down on my butt. He moves over me, just as I see the third figure.

"If you wanted to be on the floor, at least get on your knees. I rather make you choke on me instead of falling on your ass and hurting your pretty cheeks" he laughs looking at his friends. "Actually I would like your ass hurting, but from my palm. Right?" He states.

I know he's smirking, but in the dark all I can see is their silhouette's.

I scowled at him, "I wouldn't need your help with my ass, anal sex by your brother would be easier" I say, "opps, forgot he lived with your mom, the same mom who wanted only one son, and surprisingly she chose the right one. Isn't he in the military. Fighting for our country instead of you who fights random kids just to be locked up in the same country, you wished you were fighting for instead of your brother." I spew, before adding "Right?".

With that I scramble up while their brains are muddled and bolt down the street running as they chase me. My breathing becomes labored, as I see my street.

But I never win. Never make it.

No matter if my street's right there.

Arms catch my waist and I kick in the air as they hold me. Zackary comes into my view and he tells his friend to drop me but hold my arms.

I struggle and shift as I feel Zackary searching my front pockets, before sliding his hand into my back ones with a smirk. Lifting up my wallet

He twirls it in his fingers, then digs in it for the money I just got.

I worked for four hours today, less than usual but still sixty dollars more than I was about five hours ago.

And now I'm sixty dollars less. More like thirty. I hid half of my money. Knowing this might happen. But if I hid all of it, they would have stripped me bare until they found it.

Maybe I'm exaggerating but I bet they would if they could. They already wait for me a hour early before I leave work since I choose when I leave. And since we go to the same college they know I need my own income for the extra acting lessons I pay for.

They might even know I always need at least more than forty dollars for those classes. So I wouldn't leave before I got them.
Which was at least three hours worth of work.

His friends wouldn't know that but I know Zackary knows. All this stuff is planned.

He walks off down my street towards his house at the end of the road.

Yes we live in the same area and yes I've been his victim for years.

And yes I don't fight back, I use words. I am an actor.

Words speak louder than actions.

Damon and Fenton let go of me. Patting me on the head, before Damon gives me a tight lipped smile.

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart" Fenton says. Kissing me on the cheek and flicking my forehead.

And yes I was friends with his best friends. And yes they feel sorry for bullying me with Zackary.

And for the love of god yes, I don't resent them that bad, for helping him out with his fucked up plots against me.

But all the way I resent Zackary. I wished he was the one, who got scared every time he left his job, instead of me.

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BEYOND HATRED Wattpad
story by@obsessivewriting

Prologue ——————-


"Leah" people shouted.

Shuffling of feet sounded all around me, I didn't care. Which was a surprise. I should've cared. Today was the big day.

My day. My big break.

They probably think I'm scared, scared of going on stage. I am scared but not for what they think. I'm the lead actor, singer, their everything when it comes to this play but I'm not frightened by the crowd or forgetting my lines.

I'm scared of-

"Fucking hell" I say, elongating my words.

My fingers dug into the vanity. Probably leaving wood in my nails, and deep scratches. And in respect of the property I sit at for every show, I lift my hand and thread it through his hair instead.

This is who I'm scared of.
Zackary Hampton. The literal devil in disguise.

And I think he feels the same way as me.
Exhibit A: his words right before he settled between my legs.

"I hate everything you are, but want everything that comes with loving you".

God it was hot and hateful. But the cherry on top, was the way he could move his tongue. It made me mad to know he had the capability to do something good. Something that affected me in a way.

Maybe I'm a sucker for pain. Or he wouldn't be eating me the fuck out right now. But It's only pain and pleasure. That's all he gives me.

Why was such pleasure coming from the person I hate the most....


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A palm hits my face, and I drop to my knees. Tears slowly seep out my eyes as I look up to the guy in-front of me.

"I'm sorry, s-so sorry" I stuttered lowering my head in shame. My red hair fanes my face, adding to my disheveled look.

He doesn't answer so I scoot closer and wrap my arms around his legs. My head resting on his knees.

"Please-" I choke out, just as my teacher says "time"

I exhale and stand up, brushing my hair from my face with a smile. Everyone claps, as me and my costar bows.
I hug him and we both pick up our scripts, moving to the back of the stage to sit.

Today's exercise was to take a scene from our scripts and play it out in the two minutes we got.

Me and Cedric sit crossed arm, trying to contain our smiles. As the leads of the play, of course were one of the best and that performance just proved it. No one can touch our shit.

But we'll sit and watch others as if we're scared we didn't do well. Then once they announce us as the best actors on the leaderboard. We'll act so shocked just to go home and shit on the others via google meet on our laptops.

We're normally nice people all around, but we don't play when it comes to acting. Anybody in our way will get ran over or pushed aside.

Either or.

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"Did you see her, the tears were not-"

"Present" Cedric finishes for me, making me laugh, "And that's why she's the maid for a reason" he deadpans.

I giggle so hard, I fall out of my chair hitting the floor of bedroom.
In panic I scramble up and lift my pole chair—office chair, I call her a pole chair because, of her.

I check the pole dancer figurine my best friend got me for my chair. It was supposed to be a joke because I aways joked about the pole part of the five legged friend people call an office chair.

She's in her thong and a push up bra, long blonde hair I wished I had framed her face. She was pretty, something I wished I was born with.

"Leah?" Cedric calls.

I shoot up and hold Peggy, "your figurine you got me, almost broke, so I had to make sure she could still Coochie rub the pole" I inform him.

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head, just as his roommate comes into view.

Cedric lives on campus vs. me who lives with my parents.

Who would choose to live with someone random instead of with your parents who would cook for you in a heart beat.

Behind Cedric his hot roommate comes into view, holding onto the back of his chair. "So coochie wiping" he says, "I didn't know you were about have sex on a video call with your best friend—the least you could do was give me a heads up" he says, clenching the back of Cedric's chair. His muscle's flexing.

"Why would I when you always go down on girls right in-front of me" Cedric says, looking up at the guy.

Maverick looks down at him flickering from his eyes to his lips. Only I can notice it, Cedric despise him. He calls him the unholy—from his abs to his dick—that's all he can do. Nothing but a player for girls hearts and nothing but fucking them in-front of Cedric. But I know why he does it, I've been over when he was going down on a girl.

He was eating her out, but glancing at Cedric as he did. He wants Cedric to be jealous—but he doesn't realize Cedric is just disgusted, by what he does—he can't even realize the way Maverick looks at him.

Maverick glares through the screen at me, "if you two are fucking, you could do better. Cedric eats shit more than pussy" he says.

Cedric stands up turning to the guy who's been smitten with him for at least a more than half a year.

Maverick smiles down at the size difference, and if Cedric didn't have chocolate skin, he would've been flushed.

"Can you go the fuck away" he tells his roommate.

Mavericks jaw ticks and he holds Cedric's throat, pushing him into the desk. I roll my eyes, despite everything boys are going to be boys. And I have to be a girl to save them.

"Please don't, stop" I act with a sissy voice.

Maverick squeezes Cedric's face instead of his neck, flickering from his eyes to his lips. Before ripping his hand away and stalking off.

The dorm room door closes and Cedric sits down with a sigh. Rubbing his jaw. "That white ass, he's lucky I haven't made slave master jokes from the way he treats me"

I laugh, I bet he would like to whip him too—he seems like a dominant person in bed. I bet he likes BDSM too, freaky ass.

"I'm going to leave this dorm soon" he says clenching his fists, "but I'm definitely going to piss on all his clothes first"

He might even get a boner from that too. I think but don't say it, "once we get enough money we can get an apartment together" I tell him.

He nods just as an alarm goes off. I shoot straight up, "shit" I say, shuffling through my closet.

Cedric stands up, and goes through his script.

"I meant to tell you, that you're going to be late for work, but that shit head, decided to insert himself in our coochie centered conversation".

I throw on the my work uniform and move to my laptop, "I've got to go, bye love you", he nods in response. Just as I click off.

I rush out the house and brace myself for what might happen again tonight.

What might happen once it's dark and work is over...

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Enemies to lovers theatre romance on Wattpad will be released soon an (ongoing) story
Btw: I love writing so it will be very detailed including the smut 😉

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