I saw him there. He was the best looking boy I have ever seen. Well I guess you could say man: he turned eighteen the month before this one.
Broad shoulders and muscular arms led to an even better long, chiseled torso. Eight blocks edge into his perfect stomach while sweat dripped into the top of his low slung athletic shorts.
Blue eyes that had flecks of Gold in them had a stern and concentrated stare. His whole being held a "obey me and you will live" type aura. I would obey every order he ever gave me if I could. Dark hair hung over his eyes and he flipped it back in an alluring fashion. How could this eighteen year old exist?
He was the quarterback for Raginlin High School, a school for the richest kids on Earth. It held every type of jerk you could imagine.
I, on the other hand, am not rich or as good looking as Jack Atlas. Just his name sends shivers down my spine. I have ice blonde hair that swoops in front of my blue eyes, am as pale as a sheet of paper, and as small as a girl. The whole only being five feet thing doesn't work out for me: I get trampled in the halls and barely anyone notices me. Jack is however six foot seven. Tall!!
I licked my lips as I watched him run across the field at practice. My sister is on the cheerleading squad and is practicing right on the field also. She is my only ride home, so instead of walking home for six miles, I wait until she is done.
It isn't so bad though. I can watch Jack as he runs down the field, looking delicious as sweat drops down his abs and legs. I want to lick it up so bad.
Not once had Jack ever looked my way. That is to be expected from someone as good looking, rich, and talented as Jack Atlas. I mean he could make women and men fall to their knees just to get any sort of attention from him. It is quite pathetic to say, but I am one of them. I just can't help it. He is everything I want in a partner. And I know what you are thinking, he just wants him for his looks. Well yes they are nice, but I want because he was the one who had saved that time in the alleyway on my way home from work.
*Flashback*
"Yes! Oh my God thank you sir! No really thank you so much! I will not fail you and will do my best!" I ranted into the phone. I had just been excepted into Raginlin High School, the best of the best school in the United States. I could not believe my ears and the news had me jumping up and down in the middle of the restaurant. To say I was excited was an understatement.
"Yes young man we are eager to see your bright and young face around our halls. Keep up your grades and your scholarship will remain intact," the princible of Raginlin commented into the phone. My eyes were by now overflowing. For once I was going to be able to make something of myself. My family is poor and far from loving. Every day they would tell me that I was never good enough or would be stuck as a waiter at the RiverShack y whole life because I could never make good enough grades or get the money for a better education.
"You will come to our school with your belongings on the 22nd of August and a special room will be prepared for you," he said once more, adding a goodbye at the end of it; obviously not too keen to continue the conversation at hand anymore than it had already gone on for.
The school was a boarding school, so I would be living on campus. Thank the heaven that I would be away from my oh so darling family. I quickely asked my boss to leave, since I had to make arrangments to leave in a month or so on the 22nd. I could not wait I was just that excited.
As I exited the building, I slid on a small cardigan over my small, fragile frame. It was windy, but not too cold. The walk home was long, since my sister had to be at a friend's house today and she could not pick me up.Earlier in the month, she had been expected into the same school, but on a cheerleading scholarship instead of an academic one. Despite having aweful parents, we stuck to each other and were very close. It was a rare occasion when we did not know something about the other. I am glad I got excepting into the school not only to better myself, but also because I could be with my sister and the only person who has every truely been there for me. We support each other in everything we do.
As I get lost in my thoughts, I had not noticed the three boys behind me. And if I had not been of in my own little world I would have heard them cat calling me over to them, which I would have ignored anyway. The thought of me ignoring them did not sit well as I was grabbed and slammed againnst the nearest wall, which happened to be inside of an alley beside a small thrift store.
"What's up pretty boy? You think you can just ignore us and get away with it," he breathed into my face. I flinched and tried to get out of his grasped, but his hold only tightened. I looked around and realized how scary these men were. They were about six foot, a whole foot taller than me and by the way this man was holding me, far stronger too.
"Please. I am sorry, just let me go," I whimpered and turned my head to the side. They chuckled and the two behind the man holding me got closer.
"You see we can't do that. We have this pretty measly little thing in our grasp and don't want to let it go. Well at least until we had our fun," He sneared and pressed his crotch up onto my stomach. By now tears streamed down my face and I couldn't help the sobs that escape my mouth, while my heartbeat raced for I knew what was about to come.
"Strip," the man to the right muttered, taking a knife and holding it to my throat. I could feel it start to dig in the longer I didn't reach for my clothes to take them off.
"Okay please, I will. Just take that away, please!" I begged and cried. The man laughed in my face pressing it harder.
"I said strip," he sneared. I shrugged off my cardigan the best I could, trying not to press more into the knife. Just when I had reached the bottom of my shirt to shrug over my head, the knife was pulled back abruptly.
I looked over to find two of the guys passed out with blood gushing from their heads and their bodies thrown into the brick wall opposite of me. As I continued, I found the man with the knife being held by the neck off the ground. The man holding him had me trembling and falling to my knees. He had to be over six foot five and was huge! Like muscled huge, not fat. His back was turned to me, but even then I could feel his authority and power.
"You think threatening and raping a teenage boy is exceptable?" he growled. Oh damn...That voice...I could feel myself getting hard and whimpered. Just then the man's head snapped back towards me, like he was afraid I was in danger or hurt. His eyes were gorgeous! He was godlike and so good looking! He was my savior.
Once he realized I was not in any danger he turned back to the rapist at hand. The knife had long since fell to the ground and he was quickely turning bllue from the lack of oxygen getting to his lungs. My savior had not even let him answer and squeezed his neck harder knocking him unconcious. He turned to face me.
"Are you alright?" He asked. I could only nod knowing I was too dazed to do anything and I was also still recovering from the whole experience. "What is your name?"
"Owen Michels, sir" I replied shakily. He nodded in approval. As he looked me over, I noticed that he made sure not to miss one inch of my body. Like he was trying to remember it.
"Jack Atlas and you little one, are mine," he replied. Jack is a nice name! Sexy, alluring...wait did he just say I was his? Before I could ask, I fainted.
*Flashback Over*
I did not see Jack after that incident and figured that he forgot all about me. I mean I am not memorable in anyway. But as I walked into school on the first day, I saw him. He had been surrounded by his friends and was laughing deeply, sexily. I wished that he had remebered me.
Cheerleading was almost over by now and I sat quietly doing homework and watching Jack pratice football. He was a very sexy quaterback. I ran down the bleachers and watched as my sister, Emma, disappeared into the locker rooms.
I felt someone's large and muscled arm wrap around my tiny waist.
"Well my little Owen, I believe you belong to me"
Should I continue? Yes or No?
