Being the Bad Boy's Victim [SAMPLE: Available for purchase on Amazon]

Ch 8 Liam

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CHAPTER 8

Bella's POV

The rest of the day was uneventful. I had to spend the rest of my time catching up in all the classes I've missed. Thankfully, Jess was able to help me all during study hall.

Unfortunately, I got sick on Saturday, and spent the rest of the weekend in bed. Yeah, living life to its fullest.

Monday Morning

"Bella! Wake up! I'm leaving!" My mum screamed, causing me to jolt awake. I flung myself out of bed when I saw the clock, 7:35 am. I sprinted into my closet, grabbing a pair of shorts and a graphic t-shirt before quickly changing.

"Mum?" I called out as I hurried down the stairs. Silence. I panicked and grabbed all my stuff flinging the front door open. I froze at the sight.

Connor Michaels was talking to my mum. She stood up from the porch swing when she saw me, as did Connor.

"Pumpkin, I've got to get to work early, but Connor here came by to say he was going to give you a ride." My mum exclaimed like it was the best thing in the world. I felt the panic set in as she gave me a quick hug before walking to her car and driving away.

I stared at her car as she turned the corner, leaving me alone with Connor. I jumped as an arm slid around me pulling me into a hard, muscled body.

"I'm about to give you the ride of your life." Connor whispered huskily into my ear as buried his face into my neck, wrapping his arms around me. I frowned and tried to pull away; despite the warm, comforting hug he was giving me.

"Connor, let go." I mumbled. I felt his chest rumble against my back as he let out his low chuckle.

"Fine, but only because we have to get to school soon." Connor said, turning me around so that I was now facing him. His eyes trailed down to my lips as he pushed my hair back, tucking it behind my ear.

"Let's go." I snapped, scowling at him as I turned, walking down the walkway. Halfway down, I paused, looking around.

"Connor, where's your car? All I see is a m-" My eyes widened at my sudden realization. I opened and closed my mouth, speechless, looking like a fish out of water.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Connor asking, walking past me and towards his vehicle of death.

"No way in hell." I said, turning the opposite way, starting to walk to school.

"Bella," Connor called out, causing me to turn around angrily. "You might as well turn around now. You don't want me carrying you back here, do you?" I scowled at him, crossing my arms defiantly. He wouldn't dare. I turned and continued to walk, only to be yanked backwards and thrown over Connor's shoulder.

I let out an annoyed huff of air as Connor placed me back on the ground, smirking at me smugly. I was about to turn away, when a helmet was shoved onto my head. Connor pulled his helmet on, and sat down, looking back at me. I adjusted my bag so that it was securely on my shoulder, and wouldn't fly off. I took a deep breath before sitting down in the small place behind Connor.

"You may want to hold on." Connor said as he started the engine. As if, I thought to myself, I would rather-

10 minutes later

"Bella, you can let go now." Connor said for the third time. I couldn't budge. My eyes remained squeezed shut and my arms and legs were so tightly wound around Connor that I had lost feeling in them. I heard Connor let out an annoyed sigh.