CHAPTER THREE
MALAKAI
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The shower feels amazing against my skin, The sports period has just ended, and there are still some minutes left before the last period.
Lana and Pierce have been so intimate with each other today as well, and it's driving me crazy.
I need to come up with a plan to tear them apart soon.
It doesn't seem like it will be easy to deal with Pierce, I already feel exhausted merely thinking about him.
I bow my head in the shower when the bathroom door suddenly opens. I turn around instantly to see him enter the bathroom.
Pierce!
I blink to ensure that I'm not imagining him. He walks inside nonchalantly, draped in only a white towel that is wrapped around his waist.
There are other empty bathroom stalls, so why this particular one?
I glare at him as he walks to stand beside me.
"What's your problem?!" I seeth, I am already at my wits end towards him. Pierce stares at me, looking completely unfazed by my hostile expression, if anything, he seems amused.
"I should probably ask you that, you've been scowling at me all day, I need to know what your problem is, Preacher boy."
I tense with further irritation at the use of that name, Pierce certainly knew his to set my whole body ticking like a time fucking bomb.
"Don't call me that!" I grit.
"What do you want me to call you? You're so short, how about I call you baby?
I have a fucking name, dummy!
"Can't you see that this bathroom is already occupied?" I'm vibrating with anger while he merely cocks his head, still wearing that stupid nonchalant expression that I hate so much.
"I can see that... We are alone in here, Kai." His eyes are fixated on me, slowly trailing down my body.
Kai, Another fucking nickname?
It is common for us boys to shower together, especially after sports. It's quite often that we see each other naked, but somehow, as Pierce gazes at me, I grow deeply uncomfortable. His gaze lingers on my cock and he smirks.
Shit!
I wish I had on a piece of underwear right now. Geez, If he's staring at me so purposely to get on my nerves, he's definitely succeeding. I bring my hands to shield my dick and his stupid smile grows even wider.
"Since you know that then leave, idiot!" My voice is highly pitched, I grow even more uncomfortable under his watchful eyes.
"You have an interesting body..." He says, it is so out of pocket that I just stare at him dumbly.
"This birthmark... Right here... Very interesting." His hand extends, and his index finger touches my chest, touching the freckle which is very close to my nipple.
I'm immobile due to shock when his palm slowly massages its way to my shoulder, which is still bruised from his attack on the pitch.
"I should have been more gentle with you, who knew know you were such a softie," he murmurs in a strangely soft voice.
For the briefest seconds, I think I see remorse flash in his eyes, but he also looks quite satisfied with himself...
What a conflicting human being!
Why am I even letting him touch me so freely? Something must be wrong with me.
I break free from the trance of his gaze and roughly swat off his hands.
"Just stay away from me weirdo, I mean it. Keep your distance!"
Something about the way he gazes at me just fills me with so much unease... Something crazy in his eyes makes me want to just get away.
"Since you won't leave... I'll go," I grab my towel and quickly wrap my waist, I start to leave when he suddenly says,
"Stay away from Lana from now on."
My finger freezes on the doorknob, I turn around to meet the icy look in his eyes.
I should have taken the warning.
"Who are you to tell me that? You don't even care about her!..."
I've loved Lana before he even knew her, he has no right to tell me what to do! Even if Lana likes him, it still doesn't permit him to order me not to...
"You're right, I don't care about her. To me, she's just like the other sluts who have been throwing themselves at me lately," He says cockily, fueling me with a renewed surge of rage.
How dare he call Lana a slut?!
"But she has a hot body, I may take up her offer, perhaps, this weekend..."
Rage explodes from within me, I barely feel myself move, but the next thing I know, I lurch at him, and my fist connects against his jaw.
"Shut up, you fucking son of a bitch!" I roar at him, pain explodes in my knuckles, but I don't fucking care, I just hope he feels just as much pain.
"Does the thought of me fucking her upset you?"
I punch him again, harder this time.
"You don't deserve Lana, stay away from her bastard, or I'll fucking make you!" I growl in infuriation.
Pierce wipes his lip with his thumb and satisfaction floods through me when I notice his bleeding bottom lip...
He's still smirking.
Fuck, he's crazier than I thought.
"Is that a threat?" He steps toward me intimidatingly, and I stand my ground, meeting his gaze squarely, refusing to back down.
"You can't even land a proper blow, If you really want to hurt me, then do it properly!" He growls, and before I know it, he suddenly grabs my throat, slamming my back against the bathroom wall...
"Argh!" I cry out from the brutal force and the pain while hating myself for giving him the satisfaction.
"Look at you..." He sneers, and his grip on my neck tightens painfully.
Is he trying to kill me?
"You seem to really like her, huh? You can't even hide how you drool over her, tell me why she will ever get together with a wimp like you?" He says crudely and my eyes flash with indignation.
I attempt to shove him off, but he easily slams my body against the wall again, harder this time, knocking the breath out of me.
His harsh breath landed on my face, as he leans even closer.
"You don't even have what it takes to challenge me..." I feel his hand move against my towel, grasping it firmly.
"What are you.." Before I can let out the words, he yanks off my towel, tossing it to the floor. And then, I feel his finger wrap around ME!
My body freezes instantly from shock and humiliation.
"How are you going to impress Lana with this... Or does it get bigger when you're aroused, But still... It's not enough for you to even use on anyone!"
His grip tightens around my cock, and anger and embarrassment flood through me.
"Fucking Retard, Let go!" I yell, but his grip only gets stronger. More painful.
"I don't like your language, tell me... Should I just crush it?" His eyes gleam abnormally, surging my entire body with panic.
He's a maniac!
I start to shove him with my palm, to no avail; one of his hands is still gripping my neck and the other is my cock, with the force of his body keeping me trapped against the wall.
"Please... Just let it go!" The plea leaves my mouth, but at this point, I just want to get away from this psychopath.
"What was that? Say it louder." He cocks his head to stare down at me.
"Let it go, let go...it hurts... Please!"
My legs nearly cower with relief as he releases me.
"Good boy..." He says, patting my hair. I grossly feel like a dog
I set some distance between us, still struggling to catch my breath, my neck still feels very sore.
"Stay away from Lana! It's so annoying to see you hover around her every time, consider this my last warning to you!" His eyes are dead cold and flash with warning.
He leaves the bathroom. I'm left alone to replay the craziness of the whole situation again and again.
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I race down the hallway, wondering why everything keeps going so wrong. First, it was the awful incident with Pierce, and now, I can't believe I forgot my laptop in the classroom.
If anyone finds it and opens it...
Shit!
I can't even think about what will happen, my whole life as it is will be completely over.
I sprint into the empty classroom, I spot my school bag on the desk.
I open my bag and much to my relief, my laptop is still safe.
Whew!
It is certainly a close one. My laptop is password protected, so I don't have to worry about anyone gaining access to it during this short time.
I was wrong.