Once a Bad Boy, Always a Bad Boy

CHAPTER 5

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Call me greedy, call me selfish, but I don't want anyone else to hold your hand.

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Morning classes went by in a blur and I find myself standing in front of the cafeteria. Pushing open the doors I stride in and immediately everyone stops talking and turn towards the entrance, but when they see it's just me they get back to their own business. Must be waiting for those five-whatever their name is- people.

Shaking my head at their idiotic worshiping for those five guys like they're their gods, I go to my table to see Cam and John sitting there. But there's no sign of Ashley. Wonder where she is. Most of the time she is the first one to reach the cafeteria.

"Hey guys" I greet happily and take a seat opposite them.

"Hey Ann, how were your classes?" Camellia asks me while John is busy nuzzling his face in her neck and whispering something to her making her giggle.

"Good. Where is Ash?" I inquire.

"Oh, she went to the library. She has to submit her English assignment next period and she still hasn't finished it."

I furrow my eyebrows.

"But that assignment was given to her two weeks ago. Why didn't she finish it earlier?"

"Ann, you know what a great procrastinator she is." Cam says while sighing.

I sigh. This was expected from Ashley. She didn't believe in completely her work on time and would always panic at the last minute. I could just imagine her right now, sitting in the library, cursing the computer and everything related to the project.

"Maybe I should go and help her."

Bidding them goodbye, I stand up and turn around. Immediately I feel something cold trickling down my chest. I look down and see the entire front of my shirt drenched in soda.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry" I hear someone speaking.

I look up and notice a girl standing in front of me, holding a cup-whose content are now on me-and wearing an apologetic look on her face. She was quite pretty with dark brown hair and pale green eyes.

"It's okay"

"I'm really sorry, you could borrow my shirt if you want" she says trying to expiate her mistake.

"No, thank you, but I'm fine"

Hearing her apologize made me instantly like her. She was such a sweet girl, feeling sorry for dropping soda on me. I'll have to admit that I'm not very familiar with people saying sorry to me. It's always the opposite, with me saying sorry to people even when my mistakes are minuscule.

Giving her another smile I walk out of the cafeteria with many curious eyes on my back.

As I enter the hallway, I notice that it is completely deserted. All the students are occupying the cafeteria, and seeing an empty hallway almost makes it unrecognizable.

As I pass the classrooms, I feel a hand grab my forearm and pull me inside a room. Immediately I inhale a large breath to scream, but before I could do that, a hand clamps my mouth shut.

Panic starts to rise in me and my breathing gets heavier. I couldn't recall anyone with whom I'd done something wrong that they'll want revenge with me. And the darkness was not helping my situation.

I could feel the breath of the person near my ear and then in a whispered voice it said, "Don't make a single sound"

The voice was low and husky making the hair on my neck stand upright. The scent of the cologne and the voice was an obvious indication that the said person was a guy.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to take calming breaths. When I could feel myself relaxing, I noticed that my hands were pinned above my head with one of the guy's hand, and his other hand was on my mouth.

I did the only thing I could do.

I licked his hand.

I had imagined that he would instantly remove his hand, disgusted. But sadly, that did not happen.

Seems like luck is nowhere near my side.

In that exact moment light filtered the room making me blind for a second.

Rapidly blinking my eyes I came face to face with no other than Blake Adams himself.

We were so close that his nose was slightly brushing mine.

I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking what I'd done that made him pull me into a classroom, but I couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation.

Then Blake did something that made my blood run cold.

My eyes widened and my breath hitched.

He had bent his head down, making his hair gently tickle my chin and was lightly licking the side of my neck.

What the hell is he doing? Has he gone insane? Is there a camera recording all this? Is he playing a prank on me?

All these thoughts started running through my head and I could feel tears at the back of my eyes, threatening to run down my cheeks.

Years of beating have made me afraid of everything and everyone. I have become incapable of defending myself and accepted to just succumb to anything that's happening around me or to me.

But I didn't think that I would be treated like this at school. Why would Blake even do this? It's not like I'm very pretty and he's attracted to me.

After sometime, when I opened my eyes, I saw Blake staring at me with a guarded expression, alternatively looking in my eyes and then at my neck.

My eyes widened as I realized that when he licked it, the make-up would have come off, making my bruises visible for all to see.

I started to struggle against him, trying to get as far away from him as I could. But his hands only tightened, silently warning me to stand still until he was done.

I tightly shut my eyes, praying for help.

When I opened them I saw one of Blake's hands had risen.

I felt a feather like touch trace the outline of my bruise. It was so light and gentle that if I would have been sleeping, I wouldn't have felt it.

I couldn't believe that a person like Blake Adams was capable of such gentleness.

When I looked in his eyes again, they had hardened considerably. And I knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth would not be appreciated by me.

"Looks like someone has been having their fill with you."

With that said he pushed himself off the wall and exited the classroom, making me feel vulnerable, cold and hurt.

----END OF CHAPTER 5----