Unlawfully His✔️

1. Constant Bullying.

Why.

I found myself relentlessly targeted by Liam Steele's bullying, left to ponder what sin I had committed to continually incur his wrath.

Imagine going out of his way to spread a rumor throughout the entire school that I supposedly had "cooties," resulting in me being shunned and treated like a plague by everyone, all because of his nasty actions.

One would expect high school students to discern that the concept of "cooties" is a lie. However, it appears that the influence wielded by these "rich bastards" holds considerable sway, overshadowing rationality.

It's disheartening to contemplate that if he were to command them to jump off a cliff, they might indeed blindly comply without a second thought.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I spotted my best friend attempting to hide behind another student, her book covering her face as she feigned ignorance of my presence. I scowled at her stupid antics, sighing in disappointment. Not her too.

Marching over to her, I reached out and took the book from her hands, unable to conceal my frustration. "Don't tell me you're going to believe that bastard too?!" I hissed at her.

"Shh, I'll continue being your best friend once this drama blows over. That's all. Seriously, I'm in eleventh grade and I haven't even had my first kiss yet. The fact that such a drop-dead handsome guy hates you is making my life miserable. I just don't want to get caught up in your cootie controversy," she mumbled, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her drama before grabbing her arm and pulling her along with me.

"Where are you dragging me off to?" Khloe asked, her curiosity evident in her voice.

"I'm going to sort this out once and for all," I hissed at her, my determination evident in my tone. "Come on, you know exactly where that brute hangs out at this hour, heck, you practically know his schedule for every hour of the day, don't you?" I pressed her, backing her into a corner.

"What are you planning to do to Liam? I don't trust you not to try and rearrange his oh-so-sophisticated face," she swooned, her concern notable.

"Whose side are you on, anyway? Are you his friend or mine?" I glared at her.

"Okay, okay, fine. But just remember, he's going to be my future husband one day, so you have to promise me not to harm his handsome face. Plus, he's wealthy, so you need to consider the consequences of getting on his bad side," Khloe whispered.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Khloe's delusional thinking. It was clear that rich boy had a knack for bullying poor girls; liking him only highlighted her poor taste in men.

"Where is he?!" I demanded once more, my impatience growing.

"He's in the parking lot," she whispered in my ear, her voice barely audible.

Of course he would be there. I still couldn't wrap my head around how he managed to be such a high-achieving student. I poured my heart and soul into my studies, only to receive measly grades, while he seemed to effortlessly slack off in class and still come out on top with the highest marks. He was the epitome of an A+ student, while I was left struggling to maintain a C- average.

Standing in the parking lot, I spotted Liam and his entourage, surrounded by adoring females who hung on their every word. I scoffed at the sight.

I won't deny it, Liam possessed a considerable amount of physical attractiveness. His mesmerizing ocean blue eyes, chiseled face, long and thick lashes, slim physique, and charming boyish demeanor could easily be mistaken for that of a man.

Despite his intelligence, wealth, and undeniable appeal, he had made it his mission to bully me, singling me out from all the girls in school to be the target of his disdain. While I begrudgingly acknowledged his merits, I would never openly admit it.