Unlawfully His✔️

7. Secret Kisses.

7 years ago.

"I need to use the bathroom," I whispered to the teacher, who nodded and handed me a hall pass.

"Thank you." I murmured, making my way out the class.

As I made my way through the corridors, I wasn't heading to the bathroom as I had initially claimed. Instead, I was on my way to see him- Liam, the mysterious sender of the late-night text.

His message had caught me off guard, arriving unexpectedly in the dead of night, and I've been anxious ever since.

"I enjoyed our kiss today. Let's recreate more moments like this, my dear bonbon," the text had read, leaving me both intrigued and bewildered. How had he obtained my phone number?

Upon reading the text before I went to bed, I was in disbelief. This was Liam, the last person I expected to receive such a message from.

More moments like these?! He wanted us to kiss more?!

A wave of mixed emotions flooded over me as my thoughts recalled the moment we kissed, and even though I tried not to show it, a flush appeared on my cheeks, revealing the warmth that still remained inside of me from his kiss. Given our complex history, this was a moment I shouldn't be thinking about.

After all, he's the one who keeps bulling me mercilessly, spreading rumors that I had cooties. It seemed ironic that my first kiss would be with my bully. Yet, as much as I hated to admit it, his kiss had been breathtaking. It had ignited a spark within me that I couldn't deny.

Wait, what?

As I stood outside the door, I felt as though I'd faint from nervousness. Everything from yesterday felt like a flood of emotions, and now I found myself on the brink of experiencing my second kiss with Liam.

It was a surreal realization. This was the way it always seemed to be with my rich bully- caught in a never-ending cycle of punishment.

Coming from a very poor family and attending this prestigious high school on a scholarship had made me a target for relentless bullying. My socioeconomic status had become a source of shame and ridicule, leaving me vulnerable to the whims of those who held power and privilege over me.

Lucky.

That was a nickname given to me by my best friend. Unfortunately, my academics hasn't been smooth sailing. Despite my best efforts, my grades in middle school weren't impressive, leaving me uncertain of how I had managed to make it to this point.

I even lucked out with the cafeteria program; while others had to pay, I got my meals for free. It was a small comfort, but I was grateful for it.

As I entered the secluded room, Liam harshly pulled me into his arms from the corner where he stood. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and I couldn't help but blush. This wasn't something I'd ever get used to from my bully. His grip was rough as he pulled me closer.

"Took you long enough," he whispered in my ear, his hot minty breath brushing against my cheek as the warmth of his embrace enveloped me.

"I-I'm sorry you had to wait so long," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the small room.

I bit my lip shyly as my heart throbbed painfully.  I hoped that we wouldn't be discovered.  I was terrified of losing my scholarship or, worse, of my mother learning about our covert meetings in such little places.

"What did I tell you, you should do whenever you speak to me?" Liam questioned, his tone demanding obedience. Nervously, I glanced away, unable to meet his gaze as I mumbled my response.