Irresistible

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Eleanor's POV:

Three gut-wrenching projects assigned in the first four classes. That's what someone else would say, but for me these projects will be a breeze. Two afternoons spent in the library and I would be done. The squeaking door to my locker brought little to no attention to me, as it could not be heard over the roar of the lunch hall.

I feared who would sit with me at lunch. The slight clacking of my shoes echoed the empty halls, but became faint as I walked into the lunch hall.

The feeling of a flying insect buzzing in my ear engulfed me in the crowd. I passed four rows of table before being greeted by the vast empty corner table. Perfect, no one to judge me more.

My bum found the seat, eyes not wanting to scan the room full of scoundrels. Everyone at Blake Secondary School judged you, even I judged people, we just all grew up like that. If our school was renamed, it would probably be Gossip and Insecurity.

I found inside my lunch bag a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, like I always made in the morning. No crust, two pieces of whole wheat bread, just about the only thing I eat in the day. I heard faint whispers pointed toward my direction as I took my first bite. My head snapped up and I saw Hunter and Jack striding toward me. I quietly crunched my food, reading their expressions. Hunter had a grin plastered on his face. Jack was thinking, but the smirk on his face was bold. I froze in my seat, quickly swallowing the mush before sealing the plastic sandwich bag and placing it in my lunch bag. Who knows what could happen now.

Hunter Ray was the bad boy of the school. Obsessed with drugs, drinking alcohol 24/7, and hitting anyone within range was his expertise. He was the dealer of the school and always used his dead father's ID to get all the booze he wanted. His girlfriend, Sophie Mellon, took advantage of him in those ways. Jack was a different story. Jack Benz was Hunter's little apprentice. The party animal of the school could also give and take a few punches. He was sex-craved and totally fit. If he wasn't such a jerk he would be decent boyfriend potential. Together, they created the king bullies of the school. Louis was my "personal" bully, but Hunter and Jack would beat the shit out of anyone that even looked at them, like me right now.My fingers slightly shook, fear taking over me as Hunter sat on my right, Jack on my left. Jack's mouth opened first, an obnoxious and annoying sound blasting to my ear.

"Well hello there love, how are you today?" The tone in his voice did not match what he was saying, and the information was strange. Why was he being so sweet to me? What did I not do wrong? I search the room, seeing if anyone else was noticing this miracle, but my eyes locked on the dull blue from earlier. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his head lightly tilted down, searching for what was going on with the bullies and me.

"Uh, good," I trip over my words as I feel Hunter's hand slide up my thigh. I scoffed and gently moved his hand, completely repulsed by his action. I look back up and realize Louis had caught his act. His face frowned and he stood up, walking over casually. I looked back at Hunter who pushed my hair behind my ear.

"Don't be scared babe, we can make you feel good." By this point, Louis was standing in front of my fully accompanied table. My eyes locked on his stale orbs, mine flooded with worry. His jaw locked, making me confused. Why was he so worried about me? These guys weren't hurting me like him. Once Hunter and Jack reconciled his attendance, their heads turned to the boy.

"What's going on over here?" A stupid question for Louis to ask. He saw what was going on. Jack smirked and rubbed my back, letting his hand trail farther down than it should've.

"We were just inviting her to have fun." You could tell that Louis was beyond furious at this point. His eyes narrowed, making the blue disappear, leaving a black mist behind. The eyes that every girl dreamt over now became daggers. Hunter shifted uncomfortably, his green eyes became lifeless. Jack pushed his dirty blonde hair back, slowly looking back at me. His words weren't turned toward me, but his eyes undressed me. I felt violated.