"Are you stupid or just an idiot little girl?" Christian asked spinning me around to face him. Geez, for someone who is supposedly my best friend he was sure laying the insults on thick today.
"Pretty sure that means the same thing, but I like to think I'm a confident, smart... creative... a fucking awesome little girl. A little girl that so happens to be hot as hell." I said, cocking my head to the side while my eyes slowly traced his face from his eyes to his lips.
Then without thinking I brought my chocolate to my mouth, letting my lips slowly brush over the bar before biting all the way down and letting a little moan out.
I didn't plan to try and flirt with my best friend, but if he was going to start acting like the rest of these assholes then I would start treating him the same. Christian didn't know how to respond to my flirting and backed up some.
"You think this is a game?" he said softly. I almost felt bad seeing his mood change from anger to concern but he wasn't getting off that easily. Best friend or not he can't call me a slut then stupid little girl and I just let it slide.
"I think you are an asshole that owes me an apology. Until then get your ass out of my class and leave me alone." I said, turning around to head back to the front.
"Are you fucking serious?" He said, grabbing my arm again, pulling me back to him. What was his deal with man handling me today?
"Yes, I'm fucking serious!" I spit back trying to wiggle from his grip.
"Why would I apologize to you? I'm trying to protect you. If anything, you owe me an apology for acting like such a little brat." he said, squeezing my arm tighter. He was trying to tell me I was not moving unless he said so.
"A brat! How many more names have you got for me Ace? Come on, keep telling me what you really think of me. I love hearing all your bullshit." I gave him a cross look to let me go but he didn't budge so I continued "I never knew you thought so low of me, but I guess I'm just a stupid little girl that's been sweet talked by the school's biggest player all these years."
With that our teacher walked in and froze at the site of us. We must have looked like lunatics. Some pathetic girl in love with her abusive, cheating lover. I wanted to laugh at that idea as it was so far from the truth.
I knew Mr. Hanbrook realized who Ace was or he would had yelled at him to let me go. Instead, he just cleared his throat giving Ace a look from his face to where his hand still gripped my arm.
"Sit the fuck down, we will finish this later!" Ace whispered in my ear with pure venom in his tone then nudged me in a chair.
I rolled my eyes but didn't want to cause any more of a scene so I just stayed where he put me. After a few moments I realized Ace didn't leave. I glanced behind my shoulder and sure enough he was sitting behind me. Fucking great, he was in Latin class with me. I guess he will have to be my douchebag I torture for this period.
After class he led me out the door, down the hallway, to my locker, then down to the lunchroom, not saying a single word. I could feel the anger seeping out of him and I just wanted to smack him for it.
He was wrong. He treated me like crap, like everyone from this shitty town does. I wasn't going to apologize to him, especially since I did nothing wrong.
We got to the lunchroom, and I saw Chris from third period already sitting at a table at the far side of the room. Thankfully on the other side I spotted Derek where Christian would sit with the other seniors. I cursed at myself also seeing Randy from first period there though.
I gave Ace a quick smile and waved as I tried escaping to Chris' table. Then I felt the fucking hand again. I swear I was going to break every one of his fingers if he didn't stop grabbing me.
"Where are you going?" Christian asked surprisingly calm. Like we didn't have two massive blow outs then spent the last hour giving each other the silent treatment or that he is fucking man handling me again.
"Oh, he speaks?" I replied
"Come on Alley, I don't want to fight." He said with pleading eyes. I fucking hated when he looked at me like that. I just looked back at him with my resting bitch face. He knew what I wanted to hear so if he didn't want to fight then he could apologize.
"Fine, I'm sorry. Can we talk about this after school?" He whispered to me while pulling me to his lunch table.
"I'm not sitting with the seniors Ace. We can finish this later but I'm sitting with my friends. Now let me go or I swear I'm going to cut every one of your fingers off." It didn't come out as pissed as I was trying to be though. He let me go and gave me his stupid devilish smile.
His apology sucked but I didn't want to fight anymore either. It was only halfway through the first day of school and I was already exhausted.
"Fine but meet me back at the doors. I'll walk you to Calculus." He said pointing to where we just came through.
"Fine!" I agreed just to get away from him. How he knew I had Calculus next period I didn't know. I just got my class scheduled Saturday and with settling back home we never discussed it.
"Hey Alley, I saved you a seat, as promised." Chris said pulling out the chair next to him.
"Thanks, you're too sweet." I said sitting down giving him the sexiest smile I could muster up.
"Anytime sweet ass." He whispered in my ear. I couldn't help but giggle at his ridiculous comment.
I spent the entire lunch acting like the lost new girl. I know some of them knew who I was, but no one cared. The girls knew I was only there to be used by the boys and the second it was over I would become the girl's new toy to torture.
I could see all the ways the boys wanted to fuck me in their eyes. While all the girls gave me fake smiles planning all the ways they would laugh at me.
By the end of lunch, I had a raging headache. I got up a few minutes before the bell saying I needed to run to the bathroom. I really wanted to avoid them bumping into Christian or Derek though. One stupid comment and I know it would be the last time any of them came within 5 ft of me.
As promised, I waited by the entrance doors for Christian trying to decide if I was still mad at him.
"Go away!" he said to the three girls groping him as he walked to me. Seriously how the fuck does he order them around and they act like he just said the sweetest thing. So pathetic.
Yup, definitely still mad at him.
"Baby, walk me to class. We can take a little detour to the storage closet." Nikki said sounding like the slut she was. Of all the girls he fucked I hated her the most.
"Maybe later, now go away!" He replied like the dick he was.
He walked past me, eyeing me to follow him. I had to ball my hands into my skirt to stop myself from throat punching his ass. I don't know where he got off treating me like one of his elite sluts, but he was going to be in a lot of pain if he didn't wise the fuck up.
I leaned against the door propping one leg up knowing it would lift my skirt a little higher in the front. He kept walking so I crossed my arms and let out a loud disapproving sigh.
He looked slightly over his shoulder then quickly shot around realizing I wasn't following him. He raked his eyes down my body stopping at my skirt and then started stalking towards me. I wasn't playing this game again.
"I dare you to put one fucking finger on me, to drag me behind you like one of your pathetic weekend whores and I swear I will kick you so hard in the balls you will be crying like a little bitch on the floor." I wasn't sure where my badass tone came from, but even I was a little scared of me.
He froze at my words and just stared into my eyes daring me to keep testing him, but I wasn't budging.
"Apologize now then start treating me with at least an ounce of respect or you can pretend like we don't know each other here because this high school scum bag Ace is really pissing me off."
Ace didn't say a word though. His stare just turned darker, like he was thinking of all the ways he wanted to punish me for daring to speak to him that way.
Holy shit it was fucking hot! I think this was the first time I was ever really turned on by him.
I know I should be pissed, maybe even a little scared but no matter what I said or did he would never hurt me. I trusted him more than anything. He could squirm all he wanted with his anger, or he could apologize because we both knew he wasn't going to lay a hand on me.
He went to speak but instead turned on his heels and stormed off. I definitely wasn't expecting that. I thought epic fight number 3 was about to happen. I was actually a little annoyed I didn't get to scream at him.
I let out a sigh watching his tan muscular body over 6ft tall walk away. His jet-black hair was all ruffled from the amount of times he ran his finger through it. He was looking like a Greek god with his light jeans and black shirt covering his angry and tense body as he walked out of sight. I couldn't help but check out his perfectly tone ass too. I don't think I ever made him that mad before or remember him looking this sexy. It was probably better he walked away.
I went to my locker to get my books, trying not to notice him down the hall with his tongue jammed down Lisa's throat. Did that even feel good? I've kissed guys before, but it looked more like he was eating her.
Whatever! As I went to walk into my next class, I saw him sneaking into the storage closet with Lisa. I didn't know that was a thing, kids fucking in a closet. Wasn't it a tight fit? How did they move? How did the teachers not realize this was going on? Fuck sophomore year was different then freshman, or maybe I was just starting to pay attention.
Whatever! I don't care. Thankfully, he was gone and after getting off he will be in a better mood because I swear, I was going to kill him.
Halfway through class I was starting to feel better. I claimed Andy as my Calculus victim to torture and already got a Twix from him. Some people use others for sex and some of us use people for candy. Whatever makes you happy is my new motto. Actually, it is more like whatever makes me happy.
I was smiling as I took another bite of the sweet chocolate caramel heaven when he walked through the door. What the fuck is wrong you God? Seriously, can I get a break just once?
Christian gave some lame excuse for being late which wasn't even necessary as no teacher would risk pissing his father off. He walked right behind my chair and stared down at Andy. "Move" is all he had to say, and Andy scattered without a word.
Definitely going to be hard teaching all these elite pricks a lesson with Christian acting like my fucking psycho ass bodyguard.