When Two Skateboards Crash

 "What is your relationship with Blake?"

Believing that Blake was the new guy, I considered what our relationship is. He saved me from troubles but he wanted a payment, so I wasn't going to consider him a hero. Then again, he wasn't my friend, either. All he wanted was probably to get his payment from saving me. I told Octavian what I thought our relationship was.

"Acquaintances?"

It was strange how Octavian was really bothered by that guy and how he is talking to me. I personally didn't believe that opposites attracted, maybe in cliche dramas. My mind wouldn't abandon the thought and went to the first conversation Octavian and I ever had. He said that I would have to pay for his "damage." As if reading my mind, Octavian said the same thing I was thinking of.

"Oh, right. You still have to pay me the damage. Well, I'll take this as the payment."

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Chapter 5

Arielle POV

His whole body got lower and he was in a crouch position. He put his head quite closely to my area. I was frightened, so I closed my eyes, and was about to piss myself when 2 things stopped me. One, it would be seriously embarrassing to piss when his head is so close to my area. It would be practically pissing on his head. Second, I felt something cold on my leg. When I opened my eyes, Octavian was writing with a black marker on my leg.

"Finished. I love my art work."

When I looked at it after Octavian moved his head, my heart froze and dropped to my stomach where it probably got burned by my stomach acid. On my leg, it clearly says, "Octavian's property. No touching." I swore under my breath for wearing shorts today.

"Now nobody will touch you."

"Are you plain stupid. Why would anyone even see that on my leg."

"Well, if they were violating you, they would see your leg and back off."

"You idiot! Why would they look at my leg when they would be violating me?"

The topic itself was rather amusing but since I was in such a serious mood, I didn't bother laughing. The stupid tool was hoping to find an answer to my obvious question but apparently he didn't find one. I was hoping this marker was not permanent, heck, even if it was permanent I'm going to skin myself to get rid of this.

First, though, I had no idea how to get through the day with this thing on my leg. I couldn't skip the day because, well, I couldn't. I was considering faking a stomach ache so that I could have an excuse to go home. Taking that consideration to an action, I started walking towards the nurse office.

Too deep into my thoughts, I didn't think about Octavian which resulted him punching the locker and following me. Who knew the bad boy was hurt by me ignoring him? Though, I kind of felt guilty and bad. I turned to him and was about to apologize when I saw Blake, the new guy, jogging towards us. At the same time, Octavian noticed and started to kiss me which I tried pushing him away with all might.

"Woah, is this going to be a regular thing of me helping you from getting violated?" Blake, not caring the fact that Octavian might catch the sentence, said while laughing when he got to us.

"Regular thing of me helping you from getting violated?" And there goes the bomb, ladies and gentlemen. I was wondering how I could get out of this when I was interrupted my Blake.

"Oh, yeah. You." Blake pointed at me while staring at me creepily. "You still didn't pay me back."

I was suddenly worried, not only about the fact that I needed to "pay him back", but also because Octavian was getting more suspicious. Without being able to apologize like I wanted to, Blake suddenly dragged me a secluded area. He trapped me in the corner like Octavian had.

"Your payment has to be doubled because I just saved you from Octavian."

Without wanting to get into an argument, I nodded. Fighting and arguing would only make him want to keep doubling up my "payment."

"What do I have to do?"

Thinking it was only going to be me doing his homework for either the rest of the month or year, I didn't feel as if I needed to worry. Doing homework for others wasn't that hard to do because I do it frequently. Not because I get bullied but because I want to help them, though, it wasn't exactly doing it for them. I helped them do it. Breaking out of my thoughts, I carefully listened to what his payment was going to be. I couldn't help, though, for feeling nervous in case he had other plans of making me do his homework.

"You are going to be my girlfriend slave."