My Bully is a WEREWOLF!!

Chapter 2

When school ends, I should be happy but I dread that moment. Josh can't walk home with me because he has to do this after school thing. I have to walking home alone and Brandon knows that too. Sucks like shit!

I walked out the school yard and basically speed walked down the street turning on a street I never walk because it's the long way home.

"Well hey, hey!! Looky here, Ms. Holmes is walking a different way home today!" I heard coming from behind me. I turned to see Brandon driving his new car, I think they call it a Bugatti, I don't care. Rich boy!

I turned back around and continued walking.

"You want a ride?" he asked driving to my pace, looking out the passenger window.

"No, thank you," I said dryly, not looking at him.

"It's pretty cold out there. What...26°?" he said, looking at his iPhone 5, awe...I want one!!!

"Would you please leave me alone?" I asked softly, noting wanting to get him mad with my "attitude problem" he claims I have.

"Vanessa, just get in the car," he ordered.

"I want to walk," I replied, walking faster.

"Get your ass in the car, right now!" he ordered/yelled at me. I stopped walked a shot a quick glance at his face. Ugh!! I opened the door sitting in the passenger’s side.

"Good girl," he said with a smirk. Oh, and he knows where I live. Sucks right?

I sat not saying anything. He's been driving for a while. When he stopped in front of my house he told me to go change and come back for his party.

"But I have to ask my mom...and she isn't home...or my dad....and I have to babysit Zander..." I said nervously. I kind of, sort of lied about my dad not being home and babysitting.

"Now you’re lying to me," he laughed dryly, "I know when you’re lying, and I called your house earlier...your dad said your can come. Now, go change and come back."

"But what if I don't want to go?"

"Your coming," he growled.

"Fine," I said angrily, opening the car door.

I felt him grab my arm pulling me back, "I would watch that tone if I were you," he warned.

I got out and closed the door of the car. I ran to the front door of my house opening it and closing it behind my after entering. Then I ran up the stairs, into my room, locking the door.

I stood there for awhile. Leaning against the wall, I slid down trying not to cry.

Why doesn't he leave me alone? I asked myself.

I got up running to the bathroom taking a quick shower. When I was finished I walked to the bathroom door opening it. When the door was half way open, I saw two pair of feet hanging from my bed. I quickly locked the door. Oh shit! I don't keep the towels in the bathroom because I don't like being the bathroom for a long time. Don't ask. I only have one option.

"Brandon?" I asked with a frustrated sigh.

"Yeah babe?" he said bored.

"Please don't call me that. Would you please pass me a towel from the top shelf in my closet...please?"

I heard feet shuffling then a knock on the door. I opened a little crack and pushed my hand out for the towel. I didn't get anything. After a couple more seconds, I felt a slap in my hand, and pulled my hand back in quickly locking the door.

"First of all, I can call you what I want. Second, I'm not giving you anything unless I get a little peep show," I could hear the smirk forming on his evil face.

"Fine. I'll stay here all night and let you miss your party," I threatened, taking a chance. I heard him growl and then 8 pushed my hand out getting the towel. Right when I got it the door was swung open. I quickly covered my body and walked out. I went to my drawer taking out a pair of random underwear--as usual--and a pair of bra.

"Could you hurry it up?" I heard ask angrily. I forgot about him.

"Could you leave so I can put my clothes on?" I asked not looking at him.

"No," he replied simply, “And I'm gonna be nice and give you 15 minutes to get ready. Starting...now."

I quickly wrapped the towel securely around my body, so I could put my panties on without showing anything. After, I turned my back to him and quickly put my bra on. That's when I felt the whip of the towel being quickly pulled from me. I turned seeing him check me out. Perve!!

"You know...you could just wear that," he suggested in a seductive, husky voice. If he only knew that that voice sounds extremely unappealing to me.

"No thank you," I said pushing pass him to go to my closet. Why does it have to be him of all people to see me in my undies.

I jumped feeling arms go around my waist from behind pulling my back into his chest...and front, "Has anyone ever told you, you had a sexy body...?"

I gasped, "Uh....n-" I was cut off when I felt him grinding on my bottom. Ewe!!!

"...and a sexy, plump ass?" he whispered in my hair, still grinding on me. I couldn't stop him! I just hope he does go any further. But then I heard him softly groan.

"Could you please stop...so I can get ready?" I quickly added the last part, scared what would happen.

"Oh…yeah. Hurry up. Ten minutes..." he trailed off. After a couple more seconds, he let me go and went to sit on my bed.

I was gonna wear a pair of blue skinny jeans with a purple tank-top and matching jacket, but Brandon told me no, and took out a short, tight dress that showed my legs. "Where this," he ordered.

The dress was nice. It was pink on the top and black on the bottom had a pick belt around the waste. I found a pair of pink pumps to match. It held onto the right places, showed my shape very nicely and my legs too. I don't know why I haven't worn it yet. The problem was considering where I'm going.

"I like this dress...it looks good on you..." that's the nicest thing he has every said to me in all the three years I've known him, "...it shows your ass nicely," he finished. And now I take that back.

"Let's go," he said grabbed my hand pulling me out the door.