~The forbidden fruit always tastes the best~ (1)

~The forbidden fruit always tastes the best~ (2)

Chapter 2

Riley's POV

As I got ready for school, I put on my usual attire: grey, baggy cut-offs, a black-longsleeved shirt and a baggy sweater when someone barged into my room. I felt fear strike me. I looked up at my father who was glaring at me. “Hurry the fuck up or you’re going to be late, little ass.” He sneered before stomping back down and making his breakfast. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him even though he wasn’t there. When I move out and grow up to be an actress while you get older and uglier, I won’t care when you fall down the stairs and go to the emergency room to probably die or something.

I grimaced when I heard a rat scurry along my floor and felt bile rise into my mouth, “Get out of here you disgusting pests.” I whispered furiously. I winced as I began to descend downstairs in my brokenness and started to head towards the door when my father’s voice caught me, “Don’t forget to go to your piano lessons later.” He yelled in a gruff voice. I nodded, “Of course not.” I grabbed my backpack and flung It behind my back before heading out the door and headed for school.

That was the only good thing he’d ever done for me since my mother’s death. Piano lessons. I’ve had them since I was five and I hated it. But if it meant getting me out of the house, then I was all for it. I was pretty good at piano now. I knew how to play several songs and even competed in a state piano contest. (I know stupid, right? They actually have those.) I’d won second place but that wasn’t good enough for my uptight, bastard of a father. He beat me the night I’d won the award saying that I didn’t try hard enough and I was a good-for-nothing. I hated him so much.

As I reached the school ten minutes later, I took a deep breath before entering the school and heading towards me locker, keeping my head down in the process. But I was to late because one of the kids that bullied me, Sam Rodriguez, a girl I’d known since first grade who always stole my pudding cup, came over and watched me with a mischievous gleam in her eye. I swallowed and slowly placed my things in my locker before shutting it to face her.

“Hey there, Riley.” She sneered my name and looked at me with disgust. Sam was a big, burly type of girl. She was tall and big. Not fat but she had lots of muscle. Which was another reason why I feared her because compared to her, I was a skinny stick. She was actually pretty cute when boys were involved but she was the biggest jerk ever. Don’t let looks deceive you. I swallowed and tried my best to look un-afraid when deep inside, I was trembling in fear.

“What do you want?” I said, allowing venom to seep into my tone. Sam cocked her head to the side and let out a dark laugh which sent shivers down my spine, “Nothing. Just wanted to see how my favorite meat was doing is all? Why? You got a problem with it?” She laughed at me and I was about to reply when she shoved me against the lockers and punched me in the stomach before knocking my math book out my hand and walking away, laughing with her friends. I felt tears come to my eyes from the pain but refused to cry. I stood up and looked around. No one had seen that little move. She was lucky.

I rubbed the spot that she’d punched me and the first bell rang. I quickly picked up my book and headed for Geometry. As I entered the classroom, my teacher, who was a little strange at times and hated my guts, Mrs. Bernalli, was writing down the lesson on the board when she saw me. Her happy smile turned into a deep frown of disgust as she watched me take a seat. I tried to give her a small smile but she gave me a harsh glare and turned to smile at the next person who’d came in. Jeez, I was right about everyone hating me.

As I took out my notebook and pencil, I heard a new name catch my attention and looked up only to see the most handsome boy in the world. He had dark, black hair with bangs swept to the side, sparkling violet eyes and he was tall. He was also pretty skinny but well-built too. He was talking to Mrs. Bernalli and she was looking down at the seating chart, “Ah, yes, Christopher, you’re new seat will be next to…Riley.” Her disgust for me was shown in her tone and she pointed at me.