You and Theo didn't really have an official "title." Was he your boyfriend? Your friend with benefits? Your flirty acquaintance? Who the hell knows? You certainly didn't.
He was staring at you again, a smirk plastered on his lips as he admired you from behind with his eyebrows raised slightly. He licked his lips, watching you lean down to grab your fallen pencil off the floor. She totally did that on purpose...Theo thought contentedly, admiring you from behind. You turned your head, matching his smirk with one of your own.
"You're staring again, Raeken," you teased, crinkling your nose. "It's impolite." He shook his head, propping his elbows up on Scott's kitchen table.
"Not when you look like that," he replied easily, licking his lips once again. "I have to stare, it'd be impolite not to." You ignored him, though a tiny smile was on your face as you glanced back down at your notebook. Deciding to taunt him just a little more, you stood up, purposely walking in front of him with a little extra sway to your hips.
He bit his lip, tilting his head to the side as he stood up, perfectly aware that everyone currently in the McCall house was watching the little exchange between the two of you, his hands trailed from your waist, down to your butt, giving you a light squeeze before sending you a wink and exiting to the kitchen. You grinned to yourself, biting your own lip before turning away and heading into the living room.
"That was...something?" Lydia commented, scrunching her nose and glancing up from her book to give you a pointed look. "So, you two are dating now?"
You shrugged, looking at Theo over your shoulder. "I don't know, maybe? Kind of. We're something," you asserted, crossing your legs. Lydia looked over at Theo herself, and frowned.
"You might want to establish your relationship status before he tries to shack up with Malia," she said casually, brushing back her hair and returning to the novel in front of her. You raised your eyebrows, completely turning your body so that you could watch him flirt with Malia. Malia who had a boyfriend. Malia, who was supposed to be unavailable, flirting back. You snarled under your breath, feeling a tad possessive when you crossed your arms and averted your gaze.
Fine, he wants to flirt with other girls, I can flirt with other guys. Game on, Raeken, you thought devilishly, scanning the room for potential flirt partners. Your eyes landed on Liam. He was completely inexperienced and adorably innocent, which was perfect. You sauntered over to him, whispering in his ear, "Flirt with me, I'm trying to prove a point." His eyes grew wide, but he nodded hurriedly, a light blush already coating his cheeks. Aw, you thought, adorable.
He coughed, nonchalantly checking to make sure Theo was watching. "So... um, Y/N, you look...hot...today..." he stuttered, flinching at his own awful attempts at flirting. You giggled, encouraging him to keep going when you heard Theo growl lowly from across the room. There we go. Feeling a little more confident, Liam continued, "I mean, you look hot everyday, but maybe it's the pants? I don't know, they make your -" before the Beta could finish his sentence, Theo was pulling him way, forcing a smile onto his face.
"Such a cute kid, now run along and play with your little friends, I need to talk to Y/N alone for a moment," Theo said with clear annoyance, jealousy in his eyes as he took your wrist and led you upstairs.
He had you pinned up against the wall in seconds, hands entangling themselves in your hair as he pressed himself against you, lips trailing down your jaw and neck. Up and down your jaw, pulling on your neck, all the way to your collarbone. The purple splotches were already forming, and you were preparing to show them off almost as soon as you saw them. Then, you realized that sex wasn't the answer to all of your problems (unfortunately).
"What the hell are you doing?" You panted, eyes shut as you felt his mouth trail down your collarbone. You were enjoying this, no doubt about that, but your relationship couldn't be just this. Sex sex sex, no emotions, insane jealousy.
"Marking you," he muttered, sucking into the skin of your neck and nipping lightly at the skin. "It'll calm down my insane jealously every time someone looks at you." He continued biting lightly at your neck, leaving marks up and down your skin that would surely earn you a lot of attention in the school hallways and at home.
You didn't want him to stop, at all, but you lightly moved him away from you. He was breathing hard, face flushed and sweaty, looking upset that you had stopped him right when he was getting really into it. "Is that all we are, Theo? Two teenagers with raging hormones and insane jealousy? I don't want to be just that."
"We aren't just that," he insisted, though he looked doubtful. "We aren't," he added, saying it more to himself than to you.
"Then what the hell are we?" You asked furiously, folding your arms. "You flirt with other girls, but then you get all possessive when I do the same with other boys. You act like we're dating, but it doesn't feel that way. You get it? If that's all we are, then I want to end it. Right now." You were being completely honest with him. You weren't going to let some guy string you along like you were some helpless puppy. You were not helpless.
"I'll tell you what we are," he said, matching your pissed off stance with one of his own. "Yeah, we don't have an official title, we're kind of dating. You're basically my girlfriend, even if I don't say it and even if you don't call yourself that. We're Theo and Y/N, we don't need a title, we're just us. And it just works, alright? The flirting with other girls thing, I don't know why I do that. But you're the only one I honestly compliment, the only one I want to be with. At the end of the day, you're my girlfriend, I'm your boyfriend." He walked a little closer to you, a hand on your shoulder as he rubbed his thumb over the skin there. His other hand brushed against your hip.
You shook your head at him, running a hand through his hair, knowing he adored it when you did that, even if it messed up his perfectly styled and precious hair. He smiled. "Theo Raeken, you are a sweet talking, pretty faced, doe-eyed flirtatious bastard," you informed him, leaning forward. Your lips were barely touching.
"You love it, though," he breathed, connecting your lips and sliding his hands up your waist, winding them through your hair. Oh, the things this boy does to you.
