she laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond.

A smug grin appeared on Clay’s face as the door in front of him swung open, revealing the only person he wanted to see. “Don’t act like you weren’t secretly hoping and wishing that I’d knock on your door and rescue you from boredom Stella.” He teased, stepping inside the dorm room. His eyes flickered down her small frame, a silken robe hanging delicately off her alluring figure. Clay approached Stella, closing the already small distance between the pair. He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, looking down into her eyes momentarily. They had shared a few kisses before, Clay only starting to realise the possible feelings that he might have her after each embrace left him wanting more. She was like his drug, and he was their to get his daily dose.

'You never did quite answer my question,' she said tilting her head a bit, her calm facade never wavering, 'What are you doing here?' Her tone was slightly mocking laced with obvious amusement. Perhaps she had been bored and perhaps Clay would serve his purpose tonight. To her, he had become a loyal pet that she kept around for her own entertainment – Sent to the doghouse every time his loyalty to her was tested and every time he would come back with his tail between his legs, like all the rest. Yet he was still her favorite. She never quite understood why.

The corridors of the exclusive dorm were not new to the boy, Clay having been introduced to the building almost at the same time as he was introduced to his own dorm. The two seemed to go hand in hand, few knew one without living in the other, and those that didn’t seemed to be the exception to the general rule. Clay stopped an eager to please High School Junior, the young girl in awe as Clay Preston stopped to talk to her. No doubt she recognized him from a party he had thrown or something similar, and she was more than willing to inform him that yes, in fact, Stella Hudson was currently in her dorm room. Thanking the girl with a smile that could melt someone’s heart, Clay began the walk he knew all too well to the room he visited most often. His palms grew sweaty as he approached her door, nerves beginning to build up within him. He brought his knuckles to the wood; three loud knocks asking Stella to open the door. Clay stepped back from the entrance to the dorm, taking a deep breath. 

As she noticed the boy lingering by the door, her body shifted slightly tightening and rigid though not enough for him to notice. Her expression was kept cool and stoic, a natural reaction she had learnt to perfect over the years. 'Clay,' she started, 'What are you doing here?' Those were the only words she would let leave her mouth. Admittedly, Stella had kissed Clay the other day thought there were numerous occasions where Clay had initiated their intimacy which often left her curious and wanting. Easy to resist until she had a taste; Now she found herself more often than not craving a bit more than heated kisses. Not that she would ever let him now that. She would not allow him the upper hand. She would not let sweet lust drive her. It would only lead to her own destruction.

And I was sure that all I ever wanted Was a life that was scripted and planned And he said, 'But you don't understand...'

“I like to think that I have drilled my head onto my shoulders and cement-blocked my feet into the ground.”

All I want is the taste that your lips allow My, my, my, my, my Give me love

Thea Queen + Laurel Lance, “Betrayal”

I want you to notice when I'm not around I wish I was special You're so fucking special

Arrow: Thea Queen 1x01

It does seem a shame that you can't see Your future with me Cos you'd be oh so easy to love