Being the Bad Boy's Victim (4 page)

“Really, Bella, if you keep this up, I’m going to have to take you up on your offer,” he said with a wink, shutting my mouth close with his hand.
He laughed as he fully stood up.
“Oh, and Bella, you may want to pull up your top, unless you want me to take your virginity right here.
”

I blushed and pulled up my romper, my face burning with embarrassment.

“What? You’re not going to deny you’re a virgin?” he asked, surprised.

Oh, shit!

I looked back up at him as he looked me over shamelessly.

“Just you wait, soon enough I will have you screaming my name in pleasure and begging for more,” he whispered huskily in my ear before exiting the library.

Oh… my… God!

Suddenly, the door opened again and Connor’s head popped in.
“Wait! Bella, my house or yours?” The door closed quickly behind him, leaving me stuck in a library full of people giving me all these looks.

I gritted my teeth and packed up my bag, hurriedly leaving the room. As much as I hate to admit it, but it’s Bella–0 and Connor–2
.

Bella

Thanks, mum
, I thought to myself as I was forced to walk home in the rain. Yeah, I guess I should be really mad, but I was just too distracted. Thankfully, I already memorized the way to and from school, so I was able to walk home without any problem.

Just as I was about to turn towards my street, a car drove by too close to the curb, causing a bucketful of water to splash over me.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Bells.”

Bells?

I scowled and flipped him off, but he just drove off, laughing evilly. I knew I should be worried about him, but for some reason, I wasn’t. Sure, he scared me like no other, but something about him made me want to get to know him.

As I turned up the walkway to my house, I noticed his car parked on the street. Filled with annoyance, I stomped up towards the car, ready to bitch off to him.

“Connor…” I started, only to freeze.

Connor smirked as he pulled away from the topless girl underneath him. I flushed, completely embarrassed, and quickly turned around, and walked into the house.

I just interrupted Connor’s shag time.

I could feel his stare on my back as I struggled to find my keys. Once I found them at the bottom of my bag, I rushed into the house, slamming the door shut behind me.

“Oh! Pumpkin! I’m so…” My mum rushed to me.

“It’s fine,” I cut her off, heading upstairs.

Twenty-five minutes later

I collapsed on my bed after the
most relaxing hot shower I’d
ever had. Leaning over the edge, I grabbed my bag and started working on the rest of my homework. Out of the blue, my phone started ringing loudly.

The screen displays “Unknown.”

“Hello?”
  

“Hey, it’s Jess.”

“Oh, yeah. Jess,” I said slowly, slight confusion tainting my tone. “How’d you get my number?”

“I took it from your phone during Spanish,” she said casually.

I smiled, figuring that she indeed seemed like the person who would do that.

“So, what’s up?”

“Ugh…” she groaned. “I heard about what happened… in the library.”

My eyes widened, and I buried my face in my pillow.

“Mphm?”

“Word travels,” Jess explained

“I hate him,” I mumbled

“It’s not true, is it?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“What?” I asked hesitantly.

“That you are going to have sex with him. People are saying that you were so desperate that you started stripping in the library. And also… actually never mind,” Jess muttered.

“Jess! What were you going to say?” I asked, sitting upright, my heart pounding.

“Well, Connor told a bunch of people that you were begging him to take your virginity.
”

I gasped, hate and anger quickly filling me.

“And so you blew him at the back of the library because you were so desperate.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.

“Bella? Bella, it’s okay. No one really believes him,” Jess tried to assure me.

“Listen, I have to go,” I muttered, hanging up before she could respond.

Connor Michaels, this means war!

The next day, I woke up early just so I could pick out my outfit for the day. I smiled as I pulled out my pink blouse, leather skirt, and my black leather stiletto boots that went all the way to the top of my thighs.

I gave myself one more look before heading downstairs.

“Bye, mum.”

“Bye! Hold up, come back here,”

I groaned and turned around, heading back to her with my head drooping.

“Who’s the guy?”

“There’s no guy,” I snapped, angered by even the slightest hint of Connor’s existence.

“Ah, I see. Okay. Well, have fun then,” my mum said with a knowing smile as she sipped her coffee.

I gave her a quick hug before grabbing the keys and left.

Fifteen minutes later

I took a deep breath as I parked my car. There were a couple of kids by the entrance, but Connor or his friends were nowhere to be seen.

Showtime!

I stepped out of my car carefully, feeling the attention turn to me. I smiled confidently, despite the nauseating butterflies at the bottom of my stomach. Ignoring the whispers, I headed inside, towards my locker.

“That’s her.”

“She blew Connor?”

“Yeah.”

“Slut.”

The thing about me is, words don’t faze me. Well, those pathetic insults people throw at me don’t. However, my heartbeat quickened when I saw Connor, by his locker, talking to Matt and James.

Asshole!
I thought bitterly.

Keeping my head high, I strutted to my locker, taking out and putting in books. To my satisfaction, I heard Connor stop talking, along with James and Matt.

All eyes were on me.

“Bella?” a disbelieving voice asked me. I turned around to face a surprised-looking Claire and a silent, wide-eyed Jessica.

“Hey, guys,” I said casually, slinging my leather bag over my shoulder. Yesterday, I found out that no one really used backpacks, just regular shoulder bags.

“You look…”

“Amazing!”

I turned to face a grinning Anna. The glint in her eyes told me that she knew exactly what I was going to do. She winked at me as she walked by.

“Good luck, Bella,” she whispered as she went to her locker. I glanced at Connor quickly, to see him smirking at me and oh-so-obviously checking me out.

Thanks, Anna! I’m going to need it.

English Class

So, Mr. Henderson kept his promise and got me a new desk. But you wouldn’t believe where that douchebag put it.

Oh, hey, Connor! Didn’t see you there. You know, you’re just right next to me!
Mr. Henderson, I hate you!

He stood, facing the board, writing out notes for us to copy. I watched as Jess glanced back at me, trying to hide her laughter.

Ha ha, Jess. This is so funny.

Now, you may be wondering why I decided to wear this specific outfit. So let me enlighten you
:

1. I wasn’t in the mood to flash a bunch of people that I don’t know.

2. I wanted to have that badass look to me. You know when you see a girl wearing those boots and you’re like ‘Oh God, what a badass! Or is it just me?
’

Anyways, Connor started something that he really shouldn’t have. And now? Bitch is going to pay.

Tap.

Wait, what?
!

Tap.

My eyes went to the pen in his hand. With all my brainpower, I willed for the pen to blow up. And yeah… that didn’t exactly work.

The repeated tapping noise was echoing throughout my head, causing me to grit my teeth in frustration.

“Can you please stop that?” I asked under my breath, glaring at him.

Connor just smirked and held up both his hands in surrender.

Rolling my eyes, I turned my focus away from Connor, determined to ignore him completely at this point.

Tap.

Without a second thought, I leaned over and slapped the pen out of his hand, knocking it to the ground, on his other side. Grinning in satisfaction, I turned to the front and continued taking down notes.

“Bella.”

No response.

“Bella, I know you can hear me.”

“Bella!” he hissed, jabbing me in the side with his hand. That made me angrily turn my head at him.

“What?” I asked, annoyed.

“Pick it up,” he ordered, his dark brown eyes burning into mine.

“No!” I snapped, facing front. As I reached for my pen, his hand shot out in front of me, snatching it up. He then dropped it near his pen.

Oh, Connor, you’re just so smart.

“Pick it up, now,” he demanded.

Angered, I let out a huff and stood up to walk around him, only to be blocked by the table behind us.

“Connor, I can’t fit back here,” I muttered, sitting back down. Instead of just grabbing both pens, he pointed across his lap, motioning me to bend over and grab it.

Being stupid, I carelessly bent down to grab both pens, and then handed him his pen before sitting back down. When I glanced at him, I couldn’t help but notice the large smirk on his face, as if he had just done something bad. Feeling suspicious, I raised my eyebrow at him, but he just turned his attention to the front and resumed taking notes.

If only I knew what was going to happen.

AP U.S. History, Spanish, and AP Chem. went by surprisingly fast, or maybe they did because I was so distracted with what happened during English. It bothered me, frankly. I knew, I shouldn’t give a shit. But seriously, if you had seen the look on his face, you would have been just as bothered as I was.

“Ready for Gym?” Natalya asked.

A series of groans was heard from the rest of the group. It seemed as though I’m not the only one who hates Gym. Surprisingly, Anna and Natalya were crazy athletic, although they didn’t seem that way at all. Natalya was one of those I-can-play-any-sport-and-kick-ass kind of girl, while Anna was an amazing runner, so she just enjoyed everything.

“Let’s get this over with,” grumbled Claire as she headed to the gym.

We all shuffled into the gym after changing into the extremely tight t-shirts and incredibly short shorts. Wolf whistles echoed around the gym as Jess and I entered, causing her to blush and me to scowl.

“I wouldn’t mind popping your cherry, sexy,” some guy called out, earning a couple rounds of high fives and pats on the back from his friends.

“Listen up, all you lazy idiots! Today we will be playing dodgeball, girls versus boys,” Mr. MacDonald announced.