When Two Skateboards Crash

"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."

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Chapter 6

Arielle POV

Yesterday afternoon, it took 2 hours of soap and water to get rid of the statement the idiot Octavian wrote. However, my mind never stayed on Octavian that long, it kept changing to Blake. I walked into the school, aware of the deal Blake and I made. I couldn't get over the fact that I had to pretend to be his girlfriend but is actually a slave. I keep going back to the conversation we had.

"You are going to be my girlfriend slave."

"What? What is that?"

"It's pretending to be my girlfriend in school but personally, you are just a slave that I can mistreat and do whatever I want to do with. Simply, you are my toy."

I have finally understood Blake's nature. He was a devil in disguise. Although you could see his horns and tail, you underestimate him and that's when he strikes. I still couldn't get over the fact that he's going to make me his slave. I knew he was serious, though, because he took my number and his face didn't have an ounce of humour in them.

However, what I was more confused about was his reasoning as to make me his "toy". He quietly muttered, thinking that I wouldn't be able to hear, his reasoning. His reason was to take down Octavian by playing with his loved ones. After hearing that, I was bothered whether I was just a "step 1" to play with his loved ones or if I am the loved one.

Beep. Beep. I heard my phone ring, alerting me that I have a new message. From Blake. I was afraid of looking at his message but I had to. Although he wasn't technically blackmailing me, he did have the proof that I had almost been raped. I wasn't about to let that spread through the school.

From Octavian

Come to the library right now.

What did he want now? Even though there was 5 minutes until the bell rang, I didn't want to have the chance of being tardy nor did I want to go to the library where the whole gang might be there. However, knowing the consequences, I started my dreadful walk. I was right that the whole gang was in the library but I didn't know why Blake wanted me to come.

"Ah, there's my lovely girlfriend." Blake called out my name and motioned me to come closer to them.

Right after Blake said that, Octavian's eyes narrowed into slits and looked back and forth from Blake to me. Apparently, Blake was looking for that response as he smirked. Blake wrapped his arm around my waist and forced me to stand closer to him.

When Blake held me, though, it never felt right. It was scary, an emotion that never left me whenever I was with Blake. I found myself comparing Blake to Octavian. When Octavian held me, he never made me feel like it was forced, although it was, and still held me with gentleness. Then I shook my head, thinking that they were the same level.

"You are his girlfriend? Ha, were you that desperate?" Octavian said, hurting my feelings more than it should have.

I didn't know why but him insulting me gave me shock as if I thought that he would never insult me. That thought made me feel rather vulnerable and ashamed that I was so weak. I weakly smiled, since I couldn't tell them that this was all a lie. Octavian just gave me a hurtful look, which lasted only two seconds, then went back to his cold, distant look.

Octavian left, followed by the rest of the gang including Blake. I didn't realize it was time for class. I speed walked towards my first period, thankful that it was close to the library. However, right before I got there, I was grabbed by my waist and the kidnapper covered my mouth, dragging me to my possible second time of being a victim.