His Redemption

CHAPTER 1

"Let me see if I understand...you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend for one night?" Nathan Bradley crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

I winced. This was a bad idea. What's wrong with me? I could have asked literally any other person in the world. "It's not what it sounds like," I stutter. "It's my parents. I lied to them about having a boyfriend for... reasons that doesn't concern you. Can you...please just help me out?" I finish, wanting to hit myself upside the head.  

Nathan lets out a small laugh, as if amused. "You really know how to get into trouble, don't you, princess?" I grit my teeth at the old nickname, first originated because of my loaded parents, it was mildly annoying before, it downright grates on my nerves now. 

He looks me up and down, clearly judging me. "And what's in it for me, if I do this for you?" 

I should have expected this. I narrow my eyes at him. "What do you want?" 

Nathan approaches me, getting close enough that I have to look up to meet his gaze. "I can think of a few things." A smirk forms on his lips before moving one of his hands up to my chin, tilting my head to the side as he looks at me. 

I stare at him, waiting for him to open his fat mouth. "Well? What is it? Go on. I don't have all day." 

He chuckles at my impatient tone. He leans down so his face was level with mine, his hand still on my chin. "How about this?" He spoke softly. "If I do this favour for you, you have to do one for me in return." 

I roll my eyes at him. "I mean duh, I think that much was already established when you asked what's in it for you." 

Nathan smirks again, his thumb moving to caress my bottom lip. "Well, first I'm gonna need you to learn how to stop being so damn feisty. Secondly, I'm gonna need to hear a little pleading." 

"You-you want me to plead?" I say, laughing a bit, as if waiting for the punchline. 

It never comes. He chuckles again, leaning even closer so I could feel his breath on my cheek, a shudder runs though me at the proximity. "That's what I said, princess. I need you to get down on your knees and beg me to do you this favour. I need you to look up at me and beg in a sweet and pleading tone." 

"Okay that's enough," I say, backing off, away from him. This was such a waste of time. He's clearly delusional if he thinks that's happening. "You know what what, never mind I said anything. I'll find somebody else to help me." 

Nathan smirk just seems to grow wider at my reaction. "Oh come on. You really expect another person to do this for you willingly? Let's be honest princess. You're out of options. The only person who'll help you is me. No one else has the time to deal with your problems." 

Ouch. The nerve of this guy..."I'll have you know Nathan, there are plenty of people out there who would die to be my boyfriend even for just one day. So why don't you go and fuck yourself?" I say, with more determination than I feel and turns to walk away. 

He quickly grabs my wrist and pulls me back. A small glare forms on his face as he growls out, "Oh no, no you don't. You're not going anywhere." 

A squeak left my lips as he pushes me against the lockers, trapping me between his arms. "Nobody else is going to be your boyfriend for a day. You know why? Because they all know how impossible and stubborn you are and they all know you're a spoiled princess." 

I shove his chest, which didn't do anything, obviously, but I didn't care. White hot anger was coursing through my veins and that was all I could focus on. "You know what fuck you," I spat at him. "You don't know shit about me and I don't need your help asshole, so let. Me. Go." To drive the point across, I knee him in the nuts and he doubles over. 

He gasps out in pain, one arm shooting down to protect his crotch. "Fu- ...you little-" he manages to get out between gritted teeth. He slowly looks up at me. "Did you seriously just-" 

"Yep, this is what happens when you crowd people against lockers, when they don't want you to," I say, matter-of-factly. "Consent bitch. Ask your mother about it." 

He slowly stands straight again. "You know what, princess? You're really pissing me off right now." He take a step closer to me. 

I slip away, not letting him crowd me again. This was such a mistake. He's acting like an unhinged psycho. Giving him an incredulous look, I start walking towards my class. 

I hear him swear under his breath and then he's following him. "Where do you think you're going?" He grabs my wrist, stopping me from walking any further. 

I free my wrist and slap him on the face, getting sick of his shit. "Dude, I'm sorry I asked you for anything at all. Now leave me alone." 

His face snaps to a side and a small reddish welt has started to form on his cheek. He gently touches his cheek before slowly looking back at me. "You did not just slap me," he says in disbelief. 

"I did too," I sneer and realise there's no point in talking to him so I walk away. As I slip into my class, I hear a few giggles from the hallway. This is gonna spread, and fast. Great.