Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

Perform His Work, but Remember We Hold the Ace

                                                  Perform His Work, but Remember We Hold the Ace

Savannah’s P.O.V.

            “-and that’s how I ended up sitting in a senior class the first day of my freshman year without the teacher even noticing,” Sam finished, his teeth wide in a smile as he finished up his ridiculous story about how his senior football mentor made him go to class first period with him his first day of school.

            I laughed and said, “Well, thank God I didn’t end up in a freshman class here today! That would’ve been so terribly embarrassing.”

            Sam grinned, his dark brown eyes glinting. “It definitely would’ve been a great start. Hey, do you-“ But before he could say another word, I shrieked as I felt something on my hips and then my feet left the ground.

            “What the hell!” I yelled. My body turned, and pure anger coursed through my body as I realized it was John.

            “We’re done, you can’t be in the boys’ locker room anymore,” I heard him say, his voice reverberating through his body underneath me.

            Looking up, I found Sam watching with a look of slight shock on his face. “Sorry, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I called out in apology as John carried me away, my body slung over his shoulder, his arms around my legs.

            The boys’ locker room quickly disappeared and I found myself being carried down the school hallway.

            I brought my fists down on John’s back and hissed, “What is your problem you asshole? Let me down.”

            “Fine,” John said complyingly, but I started to panic as he started to slide me over his shoulder headfirst. “Stop! No! No!” I shrieked and grabbed at his orange shirt trying to keep myself from splitting my head open. “I’m afraid of heights you bloody arsehole!”

            John’s large shoulders shook beneath my stomach as he laughed and said, “I’m barely six feet tall.”

            “Yeah, well I’m about six feet away from breaking my neck and in my opinion that’s much too far!”

            His body shook under mine again and I shrieked as I felt myself slip. I quickly grabbed onto his shirt tighter to try and stay up.

            “Put me down right this very instance!”

            “What’s the magic word?”

            “I will very bloody well not beg you for anything you cock suck….”

            My legs slid even more and I screamed, clenching my eyes shut.

            “Please, please, PLEASE put me down!”

            I finally felt myself being dragged up the right way and then his hands were on my hips again.           

            He held me off the ground against his body, his smirking face right in mine.

            “I’m going to fucking murder you,” I hissed.

            His smirk only grew as he set me down on the ground, and the instant he did my fists began to punch every part of him that I could touch.