She's Different

Chapter Three

Last lesson now and it was Gym. I hate Gym. The girls and the boys would sometimes be mixed classes so their could be better competition's.

I was made leader of my group and today my group was in the Gym with some lads.

Lucky for me Louis was there. I'd be lost forever without him. And my team captain Shannon Louisa Jones. She's one of those popular girls, had a boyfriend, everyone wanted to be friends with her, every girl wanted to be her.

I liked Shannon. In fact she was probably the only girl I actually liked in the school. She was really cool with me and understood that sometimes I can't be a leader so she steps up for me.

We all got changed in our running kit and went into the Gym. Louis was there already. Standing on the treadmill, a certain look across his face. I walked over to him and started up the other treadmill, walking first. I plugged in my earphones and put my water bottle in the holder.

Louis tapped my shoulder. I looked over at him, a worried look spread across his face. I looked over to where. Louis kept looking. Great. Liam Payne. He was on the weights. Not that he needed them, his biceps were bigger than his ego. He knew I was in the room, my guess was that he was showing off.

He sat up and looked at me. His tongue sliding over his lips once again as he eyed me up and down. I was in my blue shorts, white trainers with blue stripe, a white shirt and blue jacket and Liam just in his waterproof trousers, his 6 pack and his biceps showing, making every guy in the room instantly jealous of him.

Payne was out of breath, sweat glistened on his tanned skin, his face slightly red. His stomach muscles clenching then unclenching as he breathed in and out. I was still walking on the treadmill so I turned back to it and decided to not let him cross my mind.

I plugged my earphones in and blotted out the world. I could feel his eyes burning a whole right through me. It had me on edge. No this is what he wanted. For me to come running. Not this time. It may have fooled everyone else, but not me.

Suddenly a huge crash, like the sound of weights dropping, made everyone jump and turn around. Payne stood panting heavily, a boy tangled up with the weights machine hanging over him.

The girls started to scream and ran out of the room, the lads too. All that was left in the room was Liam, me and Louis.

I recognised some hair on the boy...Marcel?! I hurried over to Marcel and checked his pulse. Still breathing. His head bleeding. Louis ran on out. Liam stood, panting still, staring at Marcel.

"What have you done?" Shouted a new voice. It was Harry. Marcel's twin brother. Except he was more hipster than nerd. Harry rushed past Liam and tried to lift the machine off Marcel, Louis and I helping. It was very heavy but all three of us eventually got it off Marcel. Harry kneeled in front of his twin.

"What did you do?" I asked. Payne instantly snapping out of his trance as I stepped towards him. "What did you do?!" I shouted shoving his shoulder. Payne didn't answer, he turned and left the room.

"Ronnie" Harry said holding out his hand, tears forming.

"It will be okay" I said softly, taking his hand and pulling him into a hug.

Harry sobbed on my shoulder as I patted his back, soothing him. Finally the teachers came in and took us out of the room. Me still stroking his back. I turned back, Louis shaking his head at what just happened. I held out my hand for him, which he quickly took.

Payne stood, his arms folded, leaning against the wall. Harry pushed me away and dived on Liam, both boys scrambling on the floor.

"Stop it! Hey break it up!" I shouted as Louis helped me pull Harry off of Liam. "Fighting's not going to solve anything. Harry I know your upset about Marcel and Liam you had no right to do that!" I stepped in between the boys, making sure Harry doesn't lash out again.

Liam stood and wiped some blood away from his lip "Sorry baby, I couldn't help myself. That little twerp was eyeing you"

"That little 'twerp' is my brother!" Harry shouted trying to go for Payne again.

"Oh and it's alright for you to do it? I'm not yours Liam. You don't own me. Marcel is my friend, you had no right to go and do that"

Payne scoffed and chuckled "You seem to forget sweetheart, I own you now" suddenly he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along the corridor to the changing rooms. Louis and Harry ran after me, but Liam locked the changing room door and looked around. Leaving Harry and Louis outside.

Empty. Just the way he'd like it.

Payne looked at me that way again, licking his lips as he studied my curves, his eyes stopping at my legs. Grabbing both of my wrists in one hand Liam slammed me into the concrete door making me wince in pain.

Payne's lips touched my jaw line as his other hand trailed down to my butt. His lips left butterfly kisses down to my neck as he searched for my sweet spot. I could feel his body press against me even more trapping me.

He grabbed hold of my thigh, squeezed it and lifted it, making me wrap both my legs around his waist. His hand instantly travelled down to my butt again, which he squeezed tightly.

Soon enough he found my sweet spot where he began to bite and suck at, I tried my best to suppress a moan but failed.

Liam's abs began to move as he grinded against me still sucking and biting my neck.

No. I had to get away. This guy's trouble. I can't let him do this, no matter how good it feels. Payne's lips left me neck, leaving a big sore, red mark. He looked me in the eyes once again.

Looking down at the love bite he gave me he chuckled and bit his lower lip. "See? I told you. I own you now, you hear that?" My heart began to race as Liam's lips moved near my ear "no one else can have you, your mine"

Payne let go of me, my butt hitting the floor, my hand covering the mark on my neck. I stood as Payne watched my every movement with a smirk.

"You bastard" I growled, eyes arrowing at him.

"Call me what you want sweetheart, like it or not your my property now" I lashed out as scratched his cheek with my nail.

A hand came and struck my cheek, leaving a red mark, making me tumble to the floor again.

"Bitch" Payne spat, unlocking the door "then again your my bitch" and he left.

I crawled over to the bathroom and looking in the mirror above the sink. My neck had a red and slightly purple mark imprinted on it. My cheek totally red. I looked a mess.

How could I let my reputation fall like that. Letting a boy like that get to me? I sank to the floor, holding my knees close to my chest I began crying, rocking myself.