Her Bully (Original)

Chapter 2

Oh hell no. I'm not sticking around for this shit. I showed my face, that's it, I'm done. I have to get out of here, because there is no way I'm going to relive the worst four years of my life at the hands of Devon Kingston. Nope, not happening.

I turn away and set my glass down, before reaching for my purse. I don't spare another glance in his direction even though I can still feel him watching me.

I write my number on a napkin and slip it under Heather's drink, thankful she's distracted in conversation. I scribble a note telling her to keep in touch and hussle towards the entrance. I don't turn around to check that he's still looking at me because I know he is. He's probably thinking how funny it was making my adolescence hell.

I manage to duck out, just as my former principal takes the stage. I immediately retrace my steps to the front doors, ditching my name tag in the process. This was a total mistake. I should've never come to this thing.

When I push open the double doors to the parking lot, I finally let out the breath I've been holding since my arrival. I close my eyes and look up at the night sky, inhaling deeply. My heart rate slows and I feel the tension finally leave my body. But when I open my eyes and face my car, it all comes back.

Leaning against my car smoking a cigarette, is the one person I thought I'd never have to see again after tonight.

Devon exhales a cloud of smoke and looks in my direction.

Okay, I won't lie, he's just as attractive as he was ten years ago. Same muscular physique that landed him a football scholarship, piercing blue eyes, and the same cropped brown hair.

But it never mattered how hot he was. He was a monster. My personal one way ticket to hell. The memories of the endless teasing, the fat jokes, the shoving, the mocking, will never overshadow his appearance. But even through all the hell, I still managed to harbor a crush on him. So you can see how confusing it would be for a fat girl to be attracted to her tormentor. It fucked me up, messed with my head. And it made me hate him all the more.

Now I'm standing in the parking lot, completely stunned. There's a sea of emotions in my head, rage, hatred, but a small amount of lust. Lust that is definitely not wanted.

"Thought you'd make it out here sooner. Get caught up?" he smirks, looking me over.

I swear steam is coming out of my ears, "Get away from my car."

He completely ignores me and takes one more hit before crushing the cigarette. I stand there unmoving, as he makes his way toward me. I couldn't move if I wanted to, my feet are glued to the asphalt.

My eyes get bigger with every step he takes until he's right in front of me, invading my personal space. He towers over me and I have to look up at him to maintain eye contact.

"Miss me?" he smirks down at me.

I'm seething at this point. "Get the hell out of my way."

He chuckles at my frustration, but raises a hand up to my chin. I'm powerless to pull away when he grazes my skin carefully.

"Still so feisty after all these years," he says softly, looking down at me.

My breath hitches for a moment before reality sets in and I take a step back. His hand drops but he still maintains his signature smirk.

"And you're still an asshole after all these years" I throw back, angrily.

Instead of getting the hint, he chuckles, "I haven't said anything remotely asshole like."

I shake my head, "You don't need to. You're an asshole, period."

Something shifts in his eyes and before I can protest, he's pulled me against his chest grabbing my wrists before I can slap him. I squirm around in his hold, trying to break free. But I stop instantly when I feel something hard against my stomach. I gasp, looking up at him.

I wish I didn't because he's looking back at me with hunger. I've never felt one, let alone seen one, but I know exactly what is pressed against me. No way. No one can be that big, not on this planet. But the bulge throbbing against me, saying different.

"Stop" I try to say firmly, but it comes out weak.

Devon smirks and tilts his hips further against me. I shudder, closing my eyes. This can't be happening right now. Not with him.

"You don't want me to stop. You know it and I know it, Eve."

I shake my head in defiance, knowing my body is betraying me. I shouldn't want this. I should be slapping him and cursing his existence. I definitely shouldn't be standing here. And I definitely shouldn't be wet.

He leans down till his lips brush my shoulder, and I stupidly turn my head to give him access to my neck. He latches on to my tender skin and sucks gently. I can't stop the moan that escapes me. I can feel him smile against my skin.

"I want you to stop" I try again to sound serious. It comes out halfhearted.

I'm totally unprepared when he suddenly lifts me up. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist. His arms grip my ass and he squeezes hard. Something cool presses my back and I vaguely realize he's got me pressed against my car.

Then he thrusts his hips against me. I couldn't stop the moan even if I tried. I feel his bulge rub my pussy through my panties. 

He groans against my neck as he continues to grind against me. I'm going to cum. I can feel my body beginning to tremble in his arms. I shamelessly meet his thrusts trying to chase my peak. 

"I've never forgotten you. Never wanted anything more" I vaguely hear him groan.

Uh yup, spell broken. With strength I didn't know I possessed, I slap him hard across the face and claw my way out of his grasp.

Once I'm on my own two feet, I smooth the front of my dress. I look up at him and see he's rubbing the side of his face.

"Damn you've got an arm" he chuckles.

I tip my chin, "I learned to stand up for myself after all these years. Not going to be pushed around and tormented ever again." I say the last few words with as much venom as I can muster.

For a second, I swear I see pain across his features. I scrunch my eyebrows not quite believing my eyes. No way is this asshole feeling guilty, creatures like him don't have the capacity to feel remorse.

Before he can say anything more to frustrate and further confuse my body, I push away from him and reach my driver's side door.

"I meant what I said" he calls out. "I've never forgotten you all these years."

I turn my head and practically spit acid back at him, "I haven't forgotten you either. How could I forget someone who made me wish I was dead."

I don't look back to see his reaction to my honest confession. I've never told anyone that his relentless behavior once made me consider death.

I start up my car and pull out of the parking spot. I keep my eyes on the road in front of me. But before pulling out of the lot, I spare a glance in the rear view mirror. I see Devon standing in the middle of the lot watching me drive away.