Sex dealer

prologue

(a/n- to avoid confusion, this used to be a spin-off to assistant but since I'm rewriting assistant, just ignore the spin off part and read this book as is. The last book isn't relevant to this anyway)
As soon as I give my last final for twelfth grade, I leave the exam hall and head to my locker.

I grab as much as I can out of it and dump everything into my car.

I groan in frustration as I realize I'll have to do a second and possibly third run because I have too many papers and presents from teachers and friends left.

Not that I'm complaining about the presents since most of them are chocolate.

I'm heading back into the school when someone taps my shoulder.

I slightly jump at the sudden touch and turn around to come face to face with a really cute guy about my age.

"Hey." He smiles.

"Hey." I nod at him, smiling back.

"I'm Jack." He extends his hands.

Did I ask though, you fucking prick?

Fuck outta my face, I have somewhere to be.

I push my thoughts away and shake his hand.

"Cadence." I tell him politely.

"That's a pretty name."

"Thank you." I smile.

"Are you going back in there?" He asks, pointing to the school.

"Sadly." I nod.

"Why so?"

"I have to do a few rounds back and forth to get all my books and stuff to my car, since I just finished." I explain.

"Want some help?" He offers kindly.

"No thanks, I can manage." I uncomfortably assure him, starting to shift my weight from my left foot to my right.

"Don't be shy, I'll help." He nags.

"Okay, whatever." I give in.

We head up the endless stairs and finally reach the senior level.

I take him to my locker and he takes the remaining things out and shuts it.

"Is that it?" He asks, surprised.

"No, follow me." I instruct.

I walk down the corridor a bit and I open a spare locker that I had found a while ago and shoved my never ending things into.

I pull all the books and gift bags into my arms and kick the locker door shut, not bothering to click the lock.

I'm leaving forever anyway.

He helps me put my load into my car and that's when I realize I have no room left because of my shopping bags from last night.

"I can put it into my car, I'll drop it off at your house." Jack offers.

"No, please." I turn his offer down.

His generosity is starting to make me uncomfortable and I'm kind of suspicious.

Something's definitely up.

"I insist." He smiles.

"No!" I snap.

"Give my shit back." I demand.

"Get it then." Jack whispers and runs off.

"What the fuck, you dick!" I yell.

I sprint after him and catch up to him, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him against a car.

"Careful with the jacket, princess. It's from Calvin Klein."

"I don't give a fuck where your clothes are from." I growl.

"One scratch from my acrylics and it's done for." I say plainly while looking at my artificial nails.

"Fine, then. Careful with the car, it's a lambo." Jack brags.

"Give me my shit back and I'll leave you and your little "I'm better than everyone" attitude alone." I spit.

"I told you, I'll drop it off for you." Jack protests.

"And I said no!" I retort.

"So we're just gonna have to do this the hard way, then." Jack sighs.

He loosens himself against my grip and then all of a sudden knees me in the vagina.

I groan in pain and bend down, letting colorful words leave my mouth.

By the time I get up, my books are no longer in Jack's hand and he's standing with a white towel in his hand.

"The fuck is that and where are my books?" I yell.

"Shh, princess. Wouldn't want anyone hearing, now would we?" He laughs evilly.

I look at him blankly before something snaps in my head.

What if he's a fucking kidnapper?

Before letting myself waste more time, I turn around and take off running.

But I'm not even 2 meters away when I'm tackled to the ground.

"Not so fast, princess." Jack smirks at me as he climbs on top of me.

It's times like this that I wish my school wasn't in such a  deserted place.

Not that I've been in a situation like this before.

"Lights out, darling." I hear Jack coo to me like a mother to her child before he pressed the towel to my mouth and nose.

I don't breathe at first but I can't hold it for much longer and Jack's hand is being too rough.

I give in against my will and gasp into the towel for air.

But that was the biggest mistake I ever made.

Because the towel obviously was drugged.

"Fuck you." I mumble before passing out into darkness.

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