The Bad Boy and I

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This morning, I woke up grumpily and threw my hair up in a messy bun. I then walked over to my full-length mirror and thought to myself: "Ugh, why must I be a dirty blond and have striking green orbs". I sighed as I let my eyes roam over the length of my toned body. I was 5'7 and had curves in all the right places. As I reached over to my dresser I grabbed ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie, I'm not like the other girls, I don't take ages to dress up or do my makeup. "Who would ever like me? I'm so quirky and clumsy" I mused as I hummed an indie song (that other girls wouldn't know about). I proceeded to sling my backpack over my shoulder and rush out the door 10 minutes late, refusing to respond to the cries of my newborn baby brother my stupid mom decided to have with the local junky. I felt tears sting my eyes as I remembered my popular, overprotected older brother. When I arrived to my locker, I clumsily dropped my bag on the floor. "Those yours?" I turned abruptly and felt my mouth gape before the sight of Chad, the tall, broad-shouldered musky bad boy everyone praises at this sucky school. Everyone but me. i wasn't like the other girls who threw themselves at Chad. No, I wasn't a trampy whore. Instead of acting like those stupid sluts who strut around school in crop tops and stilettos, I grabbed my keys from his hands and glared. That is, before he slammed me against my locker and I felt his musky breath on my neck. "No one talks to me like that" he said, his dark orbs staring threateningly at mine. "But I didn't say anyth-" he cut me off by placing his finger on my lips. He leaned in closer and my heart beat faster. "I'll let you off easy this time," he whispered "but if you ever attempt to overrule me again Princess, it won't be so simple." My legs shook as he slipped a strand of hair behind my ear before staring at me for the last time before walking away. I could hear my heart pound in my chest. "What a bad boy," I thought as I blushed, every part of my body that he had touched was tingling. I tried my best to compose myself, to gather my thoughts... but quickly enough my vision went hazy as I fainted. When I woke up, I was being carried by strong arms. I looked up to see the strong features of Chad, who was looking down at me. He seemed... caring? I pretended to still be faint to see what he would do. Would he... take advantage of me? I suppose it wouldn't be so bad. After all, he was so handsome and I didn't mind. I felt him come to a halt and drop me off at the infirmary. "You just experienced too many emotions at once. Have some rest and then you can leave," said the nurse once Chad had left. Upon recovering from that traumatic experience where Chad attempted to take advantage of me, I rushed home in tears. Collapsed on my bed, I quickly called Alissa and Eleanor to inform them and ask them to fix my problem. They were the only girls that deserved rights. Alissa started crying and Eleanor wanted to hook up with my aggressor Chad. Fuck them, what egocentric bitches. I hung up on them and cried myself to sleep, not wanting to deal with my abusive alcoholic dumbass of a mother. At about 5 am, I was woken up by my stones being thrown at my window. WTF. I slid out of bed and looked down, only to see Chad ready to hurl another stone at my property. "What do you want?!" I sai "Haven't you tormented me enough? uGH" "I wanted to apologize... Come with me, I want to show you a place ... " "Is this where you bring all of the girls you sleep with? I'm not like them, I won't fall for your tricks" He looked impressed as he replied "I know your not like the other girls Kaythlyine, I go there to think, I've never brought anyone there before" I shrugged and made my way downstairs, past my mother who was passed out on the couch in front of the tv. I flipped her off even though she was blacked out and made my way out of the door, towards Chad. He opened the door of his brand new flashing red Ferrari as I blushed, what a gentleman. I then threw myself in the passenger seat, without buckling my seatbelt because if I die today, then I die today I guess. Chad penetrated my iridescent blue orbs before turning on the music.  I was immediately turned on by this, as I felt wetness gather between my thighs. Fuck. As the car went on, he gripped my thigh with his hand, rubbing slow circles. When we arrived, it was the most beautiful view I'd ever seen. A cliff overlooking the entire city was before us, glimmering under the sunrise. Chad, not bothering to come out of the car, turned his head and looked at me, his piercing brown eyes locking with mine. His hand cupped my face and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as I felt my whole world melt away. I wanted him to kiss me so bad. Seemingly understanding my thoughts, he pulled my face closer and connected his lips to mine as my eyes shut. I felt fireworks inside my stomach and was reminded of when he smashed me against that locker. I want him so badly. I deepened the kiss and pushed my chest against him, sensing he was into it too. He gripped my hips and made me straddle his lap as his hands explored my body. "Are you a virgin?" he asked "Yes, but I want this" "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you. I'm really big ..." "It's fine, I can take it" but still covered my body with my hands. "You don't have to be ashamed, I love every inch of you, you're ... you're perfect". With that said he ripped my panties off and plunged his manhood inside my feminine cave as I felt a wave of sensation rush over me. Tears slipped out of my eyes, but quickly, the pain turned into pleasure. Longing for more, he flipped us over so that he was on top and began pounding into me harder. "Harder please !" With a grunt he came inside me, and I soon followed, clenching around his length. He rolled over and I gasped, seeing the scratch marks I had made on his back. He must have noticed too when he started smirking when he pointed to my neck where he had left lovebites " I guess you're mine now" he said with a smirk. Still high from all the sensations, all I could muster was a nod as I hoped I wasn't pregnant since we hadn't used protection. 



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