Running through the halls of the shit-hole we call high school, I glanced back only to see my life-long bully, King Malcolm, barreling towards me, slowly closing the distance between us. Now before you start thinking that the whole King part is a nickname, I'm here to tell you that that is his actual first name. I'm pretty sure his parents were high when they named him. Everybody around here just calls him Malcolm though.
Malcolm is the most popular kid in school. And not popular in a good way. He is popular for being the most ruthless bad boy around. And being the biggest player as well. He has the looks, the body, and the confidence to get whatever he wants. But enough about Malcolm and back to my current predicament.
I'm one of the only ones that doesn't take any of his shit, making me his prime target. And today is no different.
Turning the corner, I almost face-planted as I tried to dodge the principal. "PYPOR JONES!" Principal Jones hollered, glaring daggers at my back. Turning around with a sheepish smile plastered to my face, I faced him. "Yes, Dad?" I asked, glancing over his shoulder to see Malcolm leaning against the wall, that damn annoying smirk playing across his lips as he watched me.
"What do you think you're doing, racing through the halls like a maniac with his pants on fire for?" My father pointed a stern finger at me, his lips twitching at the edges.
"Oh nothing, just felt like racing around and crashing into faculty members," I replied, glaring at Malcolm. The cocky bastard just winked and sauntered off. "Well, for future reference, son, the halls are not a speedway, so please keep it to a brisk walk at most alright?" Nodding in agreeance, I waved bye to my dad as he shook his head.
I made a bee-line straight for my next class. Slinking into the classroom, I took my seat in the second to last row, hoping Malcolm wouldn't show up for class and ditch again. However, luck was not on my side today. Strutting into the room, Malcolm's large frame filled the door, making the room seem smaller than it was.
He glanced around until his golden eyes landed on my pale grey ones and dread slowly started filling me. A wicked smirk, one filled with mischief and a promise of torment graced his full lips and he sauntered over to me and dropped into the seat directly behind me.
Inwardly groaning, I rolled my eyes and grabbed my notebook from my bag and my favorite black pen, and started doodling in an effort to ignore the asshole behind me. Apparently, Malcolm didn't like me ignoring him because he stood up and leaned over me, invading my personal space to see what I was drawing in my notebook.
Annoyed, I closed the notebook and stood up, purposefully slamming my head into his chin. Hearing a loud snap, I grinned and turned around. Malcolm's full bottom lip dripped blood and a collective gasp could be heard as it traveled through the room. "Oops, sorry my bad. Maybe next time, you should look where you're going," I smirked, watching him tentatively touch his lip.
"You little bi-" He was cut off as the teacher walked into the room. Leaning close enough for me to smell his minty breath, he grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me yet even closer, so much so that our noses were touching and the only thing filling my vision was Malcolm's golden eyes. "This isn't over yet. Just wait till later, I'll get you."
Rolling my eyes, I lightly smacked his hand and he let go. Plopping down into my seat, I proceeded to doze off as the teacher droned on about molecular structure or whatever it is they teach in 12th-grade science.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, my best friend ever, Lola Malcolm, Malcolm's little sister, was shaking me awake. "Hey bitch, wake up."
Sitting up, I wiped the drool from my cheek and sleepily stared at her sweet face. "What?"
Giggling, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture, sending it to someone. "You're so cute when you sleep," she smirked, looking at my sleepy face. I highly doubted that. I was average, with my dull-looking grey eyes and brown hair that looked like I just rolled out of bed no matter what I did to it. Some people said I was girlish with my full lips and soft face filled with freckles. It didn't help the matter that I had a very feminine figure either, with wide hips, an ass the most girls would kill to have, and a small waist.
Frowning at her, I stood up and stretched, yawning. "So, I'm having a party at my house, wanna come?" Lola asked, looking up at me. Nodding, I grabbed up all my stuff and started walking out of the classroom. "Sure, I've got nothing better to do."
Grinning, she grabbed onto my arm and practically dragged me to her locker. "Ok, the party starts at 5 but you can come over whenever, since you like, practically live at my house anyway. Oh, I also invited that new kid, Gabe Nunez, as well. He's been looking at you the entire time he's been here," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me. I just looked at her with a blank expression. "We have a new student?"
Groaning, Lola gave me a light shake. "Yeah, he's been here for like two days and you haven't noticed? I swear, what am I gonna do with you?" She sighed, shaking her head as she grabbed her backpack from her locker. "I don't know, love me?" I smiled, hugging her and starting off down the hall. She just smirked and patted my arm. "As always bitch."
Walking in a comfortable silence only achievable due to years of being best friends, we made it to her house. Walking into the living room, the first thing I do is flop down onto the couch and turn the T.V. on.
I was, however, interrupted when Lola snatches the remote, turning the T.V. off and pinching my ear. "Owowowow, let go, Lola, that hurts," I whine, grabbing her hand. "You are not just gonna lie here like a potato. We have to get you ready for the party tonight," she told me, winking and leading the way to her room.
Sighing, I get up and follow her, only mildly curious about what outfit she is gonna put me in this time. Once in her room, I was immediately placed on the edge of her bed as she raced into her walk-in closet and began rifling through the clothes there.
Finally emerging, Lola dumped the pile of clothing next to me and ordered me to stand up and strip. Rolling my eyes at her, I did as she asked. "Ok, what's first? I'm getting cold standing here in just my underwear." I informed her. Smirking, she looked me up and down and then rifled through the pile of clothes she had.
Pulling out a pink and white striped thong she tossed it at me. "Put those on and don't bother arguing," she informed me as she grabbed a mesh garter and handed them to me. Shaking my head, I complied.
The next item I was handed was a pair of black, low-slung, hip-hugging shorts, and a sleeveless halter top. Grabbing a basket from her desk, she started assembling a mess of chains on the loops of the shorts. And the finishing touch was a nice leather choker with four different straps and a ring at the bottom.
"Okay, makeup time, bitches," Lola announced, sitting me in front of her desk and swiveling me around so I faced her. "Is this really necessary Lola?" I asked, cautiously eyeing the multiple products she wanted to smear across my face this time. Winking, she started getting to work.
Time flew by as I sat there and let her have her way. "Okay, all done," she announced, twisting the chair towards the mirror. Staring at my reflection, I didn't look that much different but there was just something that made me more alluring. My eyes looked big and wide but in an attractive way. My lips looked even fuller than they usually were and were tinted a delicious shade of red. Like if I had been in a heavy makeout session only a few seconds earlier. My freckles stood out against my pale face, making me look exotic.
"Damn, I might actually look good," I smirked at myself in the mirror and angled my face this way and that. Scoffing, Lola smiled. ��Bitch you're gorgeous," she replied, grabbing a brush. "Now, to do something with this hair of yours."
Teasing my hair this way and that, she finally stepped back and admired her work. "Good, you look like you just rolled out of bed after a nice steamy hot night of nothing but hot and heavy s-" I cut her off.
"Lola, what the hell?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up my forehead.
"What?" She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at me. Shaking my head and sighing, I stood up and stretched. "What time is it?" I wondered, but as I finished my sentence, the doorbell rang and Lola perked up excitedly. "Time to party bitch," she yelled over her shoulder as she raced down the stairs.
Laughing, I followed her and was almost run over by the number of people that rushed into the house. Flattening myself against the wall, I slowly made my way over to where Lola was talking to some guy. Upon seeing me approaching, Lola grabbed my arm and pulled me to her side. "Gabe, I want you to meet Pypor Jones. My one and only comrade in fighting against the social norms of life," she quipped, winking at Gabe. Smiling, Gabe turned his attention to me and almost took my breath away.
He was so pretty it hurt. His jawline was so sharp, I'm pretty sure it would cut me if I touched it, bright blues eyes that glittered with mystery and a slight tinge of danger, full kissable lips, jet black hair, and pale skin making him look like a vampire god.
Mentally shaking myself, I smiled back. "Nice to meet you, Gabe," I said, sticking out my hand. He leaned forward and wrapped his large hand around mine, giving it a firm yet gentle shake. When he let go, his thumb rubbed a small caress along the side of my hand, sending shivers up my arm. Yet my perfect moment was interrupted by a deep, rumbling voice whispering in my ear. "Found you, kid."
Jumping as adrenaline shot through my system, shivers running up and down my spine as Malcolm's hot breath fanned across my neck, I whirled around, feeling heat rush up my neck and into my cheeks. "What the actual hell, Malcolm?" I glared at him, crossing my arms. Smirking, he leaned close. "It's later Pypor, ya ready?" He asked, slowly walking towards me.
Backing up for every step he took towards me, I looked around frantically. He could beat my ass if he caught me. He has before, although lately, his beatings have gotten fewer and far in between and less intense like he was going easy on me.
Looking back at Gabe, I got an idea. Smiling, I started making my way towards Gabe. "Sorry Malcolm, but I'm kinda busy at the moment if you don't mind," I told him, inching up to Gabe's side and latching onto his arm.
I smiled sweetly at Gabe and laced my fingers through his, purposefully into his eyes. He nodded almost imperceptibly and wrapped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer and pressing me into him. "Let's go get something to drink Pypor," Gabe said, smiling back at me. I looked over to Malcolm. He glared at Gabe's arm that was secured around me, his eyes filled with venom and a promise of pain later. In all honesty, it was a little scary.
Nodding at Gabe, we left Malcolm standing there. Once we were out of earshot, I sighed. "Thanks, Gabe. You're a lifesaver," I thanked him, detaching myself from his arm. Frowning slightly, Gabe nodded. "No problem."
After that, the party went smoothly and Malcolm left me alone most of the time. Gabe had gotten drunk and Lola was sucking faces with some chick she met, while Malcolm was grinding against one of the cheerleaders as the music pulsed through the house. Taking another drink of whatever was in my cup that Lola had mixed up this time, I could feel myself getting a bit tipsy.
Looking back around the room, I realized that I couldn't see Gabe anywhere. "Hey sexy," Gabe whispered in my ear, sliding his hands over my hips and pulling me towards him. I could feel him against my back and panic slowly trickled in. Twisting out of his hands, I smiled and faced him. "Oh there you are Gabe, I was wondering where you'd gotten off to," I said, cautiously watching his eyes. He was absolutely shit faced. Drunk people scared me. They were unpredictable and dangerous.
Gabe stumbled forwards, wrapping me up in his arms and pressing sloppy kisses against my neck. Starting to panic, I tried pushing Gabe off of me, but he was like a brick wall and there was nothing my 5'5 fame could do about it. "Gabe you're drunk," I said, frowning.
"I'm not drunk, I'm just happy," he replied, grinding against my thigh. "Gabe, please get off, I'm uncomfortable," I told him, trying once again to shove him off. This apparently pissed him off, because he shoved me against the wall, and grabbed my upper arm in a vise-like grip, hard enough that I could already feel bruises starting to form. "Ow! Gabe, you're hurting me, let go," I pleaded, tears started to form in my eyes making my vision go blurry.
Gabe leaned forward pressing his lips sloppily against mine, completely ignoring me, his painful grip still attached to my arm. Struggling to get out of his grip, I pulled my head back and screamed. "GET OFF!"
Gabe went flying across the room and the only thing I saw was Malcolm jumping on him and fists flying. Lola suddenly filled my vision and I was quickly ushered up the stairs and to her room. "I swear to the Gods above, I hope Malcolm sends Gabe to the hospital. I can't believe he did that. Oh, baby come here," Lola sighed, pulling me into and hugging me tightly. I let my tears fall as the flashbacks started.
Lola stroked my head, rocking me back and forth until I calmed down. "I never should have let him into the party. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry Pypor," Lola cried, tightening her grip on me. "It's okay, Lola, you didn't know, it's fine, I'm okay now, please calm down," I replied, hugging her. She hugged me back and after our tears were spent, she set me on the bed. "Stay there, this party is over, I'm sending everyone home and calling the cops on Gabe's ass. Jacy got everything on camera so-"
"No. Don't call the cops, Malcolm's already taken care of him," I interrupted, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. Nodding, Lola headed down the stairs.
After my shower, I felt a little better. I put on some of Lola's most comfortable onesies and crawled into bed. The house was quiet once again, and the only sound was my steady breathing and Lola coming up the stairs.
As she got ready for bed, I soon drifted into a dreamless sleep.
***
A few weeks had passed since the incident at Lola's party. Malcolm had backed off for a while, strangely enough. It was weird, not having him tormenting me throughout the day. I missed it in an odd way. Gabe had disappeared and everything was back to normal.
"PYPOR!" Lola yelled down the hall, racing towards me. "Yes, Lola?" I asked, a small smile crossing my lips. "I'm having a small party at my house tonight and before you say anything, cause I can already tell by the look on your face that your thinking of skipping, it's only going to be you, Jay, Jacy, the Miller twins, maybe Malcolm, is he shows up, a few others and me," she informed me, smiling.
I laughed and patted Lola on the shoulder. "Fine, I was gonna go over to your house anyways."
Squealing in delight, Lola bounded down the hallway, almost plowing into the principal. Smiling, I headed to my next class. Finding my seat, I sat down and waited for class to begin. Expecting Malcolm to skip like he normally did, I was a bit surprised to see him in class. As usual, he sat behind me. For some reason, I felt heat creep up my neck as Malcolm shifted his desk forwards so it touched the back of my chair.
Sighing, I turned around and stared at Malcolm. "Why do you always put your desk right up against my chair? It makes it hard for me to move," I told him, only getting a smirk in return. "It's my job to make your life hard and be a general nuisance to you, cream puff,��� he replied.
"Hey, Malcolm did you ever think that that's why you don't have friends?" I asked, glaring at him. "Oh yeah? Did you ever think that maybe I don't need friends when I have you to torment and fill up all my time?" He smirked, his dark eyes glittering with mischief. "Good for you Malcolm," I replied, twisting back around and ignoring him for the rest of the class. Once the bell rang, I didn't even have a chance to grab my stuff before Lola whisked me out the door, down the hall, and all the way to her house.
Once inside her room, she shoved a pair of black sweatpants at me and a belly shirt and told me to get changed. "Surprised that she wasn't dressing me up again, I complied and quickly got dressed. "So? No fancy clothes, no makeup? Are you sick Lola? Normally you like dressing me up and doing my makeup, not that I care in the slightest," I asked, pressing my palm to her forehead.
Chuckling, she removed my hand. "I just thought we would go all-natural tonight," she said, heading down the stairs and into the kitchen to get the snacks ready. Laughing, I followed her and helped set everything up.
At about 9 o'clockish, the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of our first guests. Lola rushed over, almost running into the door.
Standing on the other side of said door, was my nemesis, Malcolm. He smiled at Lola and looked up at me, frowning. "Lola, you didn't say anything about the nerd being here," he grumbled, pushing past Lola and heading for the kitchen. "Oh come on big brother, being cold to our guest is considered bad manners," she said, punching him in the arm.
"Who ever said I had manners?" He asked, winking. Smiling, Lola turned back to the door to see the rest of her guests arrive. After everyone was settled in the living room in a big circle, she smirked and her eyes took on a mischievous glint. "Who here has played spin the bottle?"
Everyone raised their hands, except for me. I have never played any type of game like that because, well, it's never really interested me.
"Okay, who here has played 7 minutes in heaven?" Lola asked next, looking around the room. Again, everyone but me raised their hands. "Good, because we are mixing those games tonight. One person will spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, those two people have to go into the closet for seven minutes. Does everyone understand?" Lola asked, looking around the room. Everyone gave a collective head nod and Lola smiled.
"Alright, let's get started," she said, grabbing an empty beer bottle and setting it in the middle.
"Pypor, you can go first," Lola informed me. Sighing, I leaned forward and spun the bottle, watching it go round and round until it stopped. Looking up, I groaned. "Heh. Alright, nerd, let's go," Malcolm's deep voice rumbled. He stood up with easy grace and looked down at me expectantly.
Frowning and glaring daggers at the tall brute, I stalked over to the closet and entered after Malcolm. I felt hands on my back shoving me forward. Losing my balance, I tumbled into Malcolm causing him to lose his footing, sending us both tumbling to the floor. The door was slammed shut, encasing the closet in darkness.
Grumbling, Malcolm sat up, and my hand that had been braced against his chest slipped and I face-planted into his chest. I could feel Malcolm's chest rumble as he laughed at me. Frowning, I sat up quickly, almost overbalancing and falling over. Malcolm used my momentum against me so he was above me, his arms braced on each side of my head and his legs between mine. It was a rather provocative, yet exciting position to be in.
"Malcolm, get the hell off of me and let me up," I grumbled, pushing at his chest as I attempted to sit up. This only brought me closer to his face. "Sorry cream puff, no can do," he rumbled, his breathing strangely heavy. His voice was thick, which made me wonder. "Oh my god, no way. Is Malcolm turned on right now? Does he have some sort of kink where he likes being the dark with someone or something?", I thought.
Getting a bright idea, I decided to test something. I sat up and pretended to slip, grabbing onto Malcolm's shoulders, pulling him down on top of me. His weight was surprisingly comfortable and enjoyable.
Malcolm's breath hitched, and I could feel his hard length against my thigh as he shifted, trying to make it not so obvious. Smirking in the dark, I squirmed around, pushing my hips up against his, acting as if I was trying to wriggle out from underneath him.
"Stop moving dammit," Malcolm growled in my ear, his hand grabbing onto my hip tightly. Laughing softly, I pressed my hips against his again. "What? I'm not doing anything. You're the one pinning me to the ground," I whispered in his ear, running my hand up his side.
He shivered and a slow smiled emerged on my lips. Deciding to test my boundaries, I wrapped one leg around his waist and my arm around his neck, pulling him down towards me, so our noses were touching. "Oh come on, don't tell me you don't like this. Your body is saying otherwise," I whispered, rubbing my hips against his length.
A small groan escaped his lips and I could hear him gritting his teeth. "Stop. It. Now," he bit out each word through clenched teeth and his hand on my hip squeezed tighter, although he didn't pull me away. "Okay," I said, twisting out from underneath him and standing up.
"Man, it sure is hot in here," I said, taking my shirt off and tossing it on the ground in front of Malcolm. I could hear him get up and grab my shirt, but I didn't expect him to grab me and shove me up against a wall. I also didn't expect his to shove a part of my t-shirt in my mouth and growl in my ear, "Listen closely cream puff, make a peep and I'll punish you. I want you to be very quiet. Got it?"
I nodded, warmth rising in my neck and up my face as Malcolm's hands traveled up my sides. He pressed his length against my back as he leaned down and nuzzled my neck. My breath hitched in my throat as his teeth gently closed over my neck and he bit down.
I could feel him smirk against my throat and he inhaled deeply. "Gods above, you smell so fucking good cream puff," he growled close to my ear. His tongue flicked out, running up the back of my ear. I shivered when his hands traveled to my chest, his thumbs brushing across my nipples.
He laughed and I could feel the sound vibrate through his chest. He turned me around and picked me up, pinning me to the wall. My legs and arms wrapped around him to ensure I wouldn't fall. His hot breath fanned against my lips as he leaned closer and closer, waiting for me to pull away. When I didn't, he took that as an invitation and pressed his lips against mine.
At first, it was just a gentle pressure, but when I flicked my tongue out against his bottom lip, it was like I flipped a switch. He gripped my hips, grinding against me, and he slipped his tongue in between my lips, exploring my mouth like a starving beast and I was his last meal. I kissed him back, matching him in intensity. My fingers carded through his hair, earning me a deep groan.
A voice interrupted us and the sound of a camera echoed in the suddenly quiet room. "If you want, I can send everyone home and go hang with Jacy if you guys want some privacy," Lola quipped, smirking as me and Malcolm detangled ourselves from each other.
Whipping around, Malcolm flipped his sister off and turned back around, and picked me up. Then he smirked and turned back to Lola. "Actually, that's a good idea. Everyone out!" Malcolm grinned like the devil and carried me out of the closet and up the stairs.
Lola could be heard downstairs giggling and ushering everyone out. "Really Malcolm?" I asked, resting my head against his shoulder. He laughed and walked down the hall to his bedroom. "Yes," he replied. I just shook my head. We entered Malcolm's bedroom and he laid me on his bed and just stared at me. Feeling self-conscious under his gaze, I sat up and frowned.
"What?" I asked, staring up at him. He just smiled. "Your gorgeous," he simply replied. He suddenly frowned and crawled up next to me, tucking me into him. "I'm sorry," he apologized, his arms tightening around me. Laughing, I hugged him, knowing what he was apologizing for. All those years of beating me up and tormenting me. I knew why he did it now. It was just his way of expressing his feelings since he didn't know any better. His dad had been that way towards him, so it was only natural for him to be that way towards someone he cared for.
"I forgive you, Malcolm. Now, shut up and sleep," I told him, snuggling closer. I could feel him exhale gratefully. As I was drifting off, I heard him mumbled against my hair. "I'm so sorry for putting you through all that, I really am. I love you Pypor." Smiling, I mumbled back. "I love you too Malcolm, now shut up, I'm trying to sleep." Chuckling, we both drifted off and slept better than we ever had before.