The Perks of Being a Freak (Editing)

50. A Swear Of Vengeance

I cannot think of a single reason in the whole of my existence where I would ever welcome being shoved up against a brick wall with Simon’s body pinning my own.

But there I was, trapped with my wrists in his (huge) hands, one of his legs between mine, and his face much too close to my own.

“Isn’t this nice,” he asked, warm breath fanning across my face. I squinted and tried to draw back. I did not want this boy near me.

Or at least my brain didn’t want him near me. My body, on the other hand, was reacting to his proximity and the tension between us. Fucking stupid teenage hormones were gonna get me killed.

“Get away from me,” I grit out, fighting to keep the color from my cheeks. “Leave us alone.”

“Never,” Simon brought his lips near my ear, almost touching me with his lips. 

I was no virgin when it came to physical contact. But the idea of Simon having his lips on me anywhere made me shudder.

“Why?” Why the fuck did I sound breathless? Be strong. I can do this. “Why are you doing this?”

“This?” Simon drew his chest away from my own and cocked an eyebrow. “Coming to school here or holding you up against the wall?”

“Start with the school,” I answered fiercely, twisting my wrists in his grip. “End with the part where you molest me.”

He grinned mischievously, and I realized that I really, really shouldn’t have said that.

Simon’s lips came back to trace the edge of my ear, and I gasped involuntarily. And then I wanted to hit myself. Such a weak noise.

“This is nothing, Juliana,” he whispered, lips ghosting over my jaw. I stiffened. “If you wanted me to molest you, all you had to do was ask.”

“B-bastard,” I stifled a groan. This could get very, very bad fast if I didn’t stop him. “Why are you at the school? And don’t call me Juliana.”

Simon pulled back and looked at me, smirking. “Do you really find it so hard to believe that Jaeb and I want an education?”

“Education, my ass,” I snorted. “All you’ve done so far is pull my hair and push me up against walls.”

“Trust me, Juliana,” Simon smirked even wider. “I’m enjoying the latter very much.”

“Why do you hate me?” I demanded, hissing and wriggling away.

Simon’s eyes went dark, and his jaw clenched. For a moment, I was afraid. He could honestly kill me right now. He would do it. 

“That’s a story for another time,” he finally answered.

“So there is a reason,” I huffed. This made him smirk.

“Do you think I hate people for no reason, Juliana?”

“I will hurt you,” I promised seriously, struggling once again. 

“You’d have to get free to do that,” why was my heart fluttering? Honestly! What the fuck was wrong with me?! This was the guy who tried to throw me off of a roof without knowing that I could fly! Why was my heart fluttering? “And if you could get free, you would have already. That, or you like being in this position.”

I was legitimately speechless.

“Does the big, bad, scary leader like giving up control every once in a while?” Simon cocked his head, golden brown hair falling into his eyes. Without thinking, he reached up to brush the hair away, releasing one of my hands.

So I punched him in the jaw.

Simon reeled back, releasing my legs, and I did something that Cody and Seth made me promise that I would never, ever do to a boy again.

I kicked him in the balls.

As Simon crumpled to the ground, I ran to the access door, trying not to smirk. When I reached the doorway, I called over my shoulder to my nemesis.

“Big, bad, scary leader likes a lot of thing,” I turned, met his eyes, and winked. “Hurting you is one of them.” And then I left.

But I didn’t leave fast enough. I heard what he said, the soft words, spoken in between his gasps of pain.

“Watch… your back…”