Adopted By The Bad Boy

Chapter 2, Please Tell Me This is A Dream.

The bad boy ain't no good, but the good boy ain't no fun.
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Ryan looked me in the eyes his chocolate brown eyes piercing into my emerald green eyes. There was a look of mischief in his eyes, a small smirk spread across his lips. "Take a picture babe it'll last longer." Ryan said in his cocky, yet seductive voice, his smirk growing larger. What is he getting at?

Harper maybe he's hitting on you?

Said that annoying little voice inside my head. But why would he hit on me? I mean seriously I am nothing to him, I'm just a reject.

Harper come on face the facts. He's hitting on you, making direct eye contact. Plus where would a nerd like Trey get you in life?

Wait! Shoot I am crushing on Trey. I think? Trey is cute, nice and adorable. What am I even getting at? Oh right trying to figure out if I am crushing on Trey. So what if I am, he is all over Mattie just like every other boy in this school.  I don't have a chance with him do I?

"Harper you're still staring. Maybe you would like to take that picture now." Ryan teased. I made my eyes go into slits and stared him down. Trey let out an awkward cough. "I'll leave you two alone so you can continue your flirting." Trey spoke awkwardly, I could feel my face heat up. Stupid blush.

I don't even like Ryan.

Yes you do~

Stupid brain don't you have to focus on school work?! Great I'm really insane mentally yelling at my self. I looked at Ryan. His smirk disappeared, and his eyes full of hatred. Boy oh boy, I should've ran when I had the chance. I looked around, mapping all the exits. I could run straight into the girls bathroom, or into the world of clichés the cafeteria.

Ryan walked towards me, I took a step back. He took another step towards me and I took another step back. We kept this going till my back hit a wall. He was right in front of me. He took one more step towards me and we were chest to chest. Well more like my breast against his masculine chest. He looked down at me. Brown eyes locked to my green eyes.

"Harper, I hope you know what you did  early this morning, really messed up my head." His voice was a dry rasp whisper. God my knees are feeling like butter just because of Ryan. What exactly did I even do to him early this morning? What the heck is wrong with me? He's my bully now I'm falling for him? I think I'm falling for him. Man being a teenager is hard!

"How about you get your so called bad boy ass off of me! And then suck a-" I was cut of by first periods bell. Students were running in the halls. I quickly shoved Ryan off me, well attempted to. "Heheh sorry but me and you have some unfinished business to attend to." I gulped in fear my eyes probably wider than the moon it's self. He dragged me towards the nurses office. The nurse wasn't here she rarely ever is.

He locked the door and pushed me on the desk. "W-what are y-you doing?" I stuttered in fear. What's going to happen to me?! My breath hitched as he grabbed my arms and pinning them above my head. "Next time you think about putting your face anywhere near my cock, you are so screwed you fucking slut!" His voice menacing, he pulled me up from the desk and tried to bend me over. I used me knee and tried to knee him in the no-no zone. But he was quick and stopped me.

He grabbed my hair and pulled it tightly, "you little skank are to do what ever I tell you, when ever I tell you!" He growled at me. "Bend over!" He growled in my ear. I did as I was told tears in my eyes. He started to spank me. You could hear the loud sounds of his hand coming in contact with my butt. The sound of a whip cracking is what it sounded like. Each hit got harder and harder.

He hit me again one last time, this time it wasn't his hand. No it was the schools prescription book that was lying on the nurses desk. Tears streamed down my cheeks and to the floor. He put the book down and pushed me to the ground. He started kicking me, he kicked me in the stomach, back, legs, arms, and three kicks to my face. Five minutes of agonizing kicking he stopped and spat in my face and left the nurses office.

I slowly say up. The pain was everywhere in my body. I grabbed hold of the desk and pulled my self up, my legs wobbled and ached. I was probably bruised worse than before. Thanks a lot Ryan! I'll make sure to ruin his life later in life. Somehow...

I walked towards the freezer in the office and grabbed an ice pack. I'm going to need more than this single one. I walked towards the bathroom in the nurses office. I turned on the lights and looked at my face in the mirror. I was horrified. I had a cut lip, a nose bleed, a bruise on my left cheek, and a swollen black eye on the right side of my face. I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and put a little cold water on it. I dabbed my bloody lip. It stung like hell and this was only water!

After my lip clotted I wiped off the blood coming from my nose and put a piece of paper towel in my nostrils. I can easily hid the bruise on my left cheek with some makeup. I walked back into the front room of the nurses office and grabbed my torn book bag and the tape. I cut four strands of tape off and tapped the ice pack to my right eye. I then got to work with my left cheek. I went through my book bag and found some foundation, blush and concealer. This should work.

I applied it all over my face and neck so it would look natural. And it did. I took my ice pack off and my eye's swelling went down. I quickly applied the make up to my eye. I finished my makeup job and looked at the cuts, bruises and scars that scatter my wrists. Tough love and rough life. I decided to look at my back and stomach, I needed to see the marks.

I pulled off my shirt, and my tank top. I looked at my stomach in disgust. I had gruesome ugly scars all over my stomach, I then looked at my back more ugly scars. Besides the scars on my stomach and back I also had bruises, welts, and cuts on both my back and stomach. While I was looking at myself I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. It was probably just my imagination right? Yeah. The second periods bell rang. I could hear the sounds of noisy teenagers in the halls and feet pounding on the ground. I pulled on my shirt and grabbed my stuff and ran to second period, math.