Loved By None

Chapter 1-The first day

I was running as fast as I could but it was all to be wasted as he caught up to me with great agility.
"Where do you think you are going,Emma."he asked with coldness shining in his electric blue eyes as everyone's attention was on us."I'm not done with you yet." he said pulling me by my waist towards him with one hand and ruffling his Blonde hair with the other."Please let me go." I pleaded against my breathe."Not so easily." he said pressing my body against his so hard that I could feel his six pack under his shirt. We were so close that I could feel his breathe as our lips were just inches away. The moment was breathe taking but at the same time painful.
"Come on Chris! " encouraged a boy from the crowd who had stormy grey eyes and jet black hair.
"Is everyone ready? "Chris asked in a cold tone which made my muscles contract. No! I wanted to scream. Oh god someone please help!
Without any warning he picked me up and made me sit forcefully on a stool in the cafeteria as everyone stared right at me forming a crowd with just a circle between us. "Time for your make over. "he said smirking with an icy glare from his eyes.
And then he started removing my ponytail letting my black hair loose and after a second he buried it with ketchup dying it red. Next he moved to my eyes as I struggled to hold my tears back as I couldn't move after a moment I realized that I was being held by the same guy who encouraged Chris earlier. I struggled against his a arms in vain. I couldn't help but feel depressed as I couldn't do anything to set myself free. God please stop! "Why are you doing this to me I didn't even do anything to you!" I said stating the obvious it was my first day for god's sake."Just because it's fun to do so and I can. "he replied as the coldness finally hit my heart hurting something deep inside.
He rubbed mustard all over my face and now had used the oregano as eyeshadow and used mayonnaise as a highlight while tomato pure was used for my blush. Everything inside me was breaking one by one as I was hurt deeper than ever. It felt as if though I had daggers in my back as my muscles contracted causing excruciating pain. I hated it.
He moved to my lips and said "Almost done." and everyone around us were either videotaping it or were enjoying it. They felt pleasure seeing me in dismay. A tear rolled on my cheek, enough I couldn't bear it anymore. He was finally done by applying strawberry syrup on my lips. He pulled away and said"All done. Look at my masterpiece." proudly."You can leave her Jake. I'm done with her. "he ordered. Was I some sort of toy to play with and throw me away when felt bored with but this time I was actually relieved as rushed to the girls washroom to clean up my face. I'm Emma Jones and yes you heard me right it was my first day as I was being made a target. Why? Why is it always me? I reached the girls washroom and finally saw his 'masterpiece' I was ugly as hell. I washed my face and wiped the ketchup of my hair with wet wipes as I let out my tears that I held back earlier. I was finally clean as I could see my own reflection in the mirror. My eyes are a dark shade of brown and they were the only part I liked about my appearance as I had short lips and a round face with long wavy black hair. I darted out of the washroom as I realised that the bell rung and sixth period would start soon I left my hair free as it was wet to let it dry. And as soon as I stepped out I was pounded to the wall by no other than Chris.
"Didn't like my make over I see. "he said pushing himself on me. "You know I worked my best to make you look beautiful."he continued as his grip on my waist tightened not allowing me to breathe properly. "Leave me alone." I said in a stern tone. Enough I didn't want to be anyone's puppet. " Getting grumpy I see. " he said as disgust filled me. What kind of a person is he? A psychopath a voice in my head said. He came even further toward me there wasn't even a millimeter between us a my whole body could feel his. I felt ecstatic as my body tingled with pleasure oh I was never so close to guy let alone having my first kiss. I was the only virgin teen in probably the whole of America. But my brain and conscious didn't accept my body's reaction as I felt disgusted at the same time. "I said let me go! " I exclaimed raising my voice a bit higher than before. "Are you deaf or do you have a low IQ as it seems that your mind can't process the smallest of things."I continued but he responded by increasing the strength of his grip on me coming closer and a cruel glare. After a few moments passed he finally said "Try me! " and pushed me even harder against the wall causing me to flinch as my injured back was being bruised by his grip. I noticed that there were actual people watching him torture me and enjoying it! What was wrong with all of them? Did they just hate new students in general or were they like this only towards me.
"Look at me bitch!"he shouted grabbing my attention."You know what I feel like giving you another make over. How about it? "he said as the others bursted in laughter hearing his words.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked almost about to tear up.
"Because I can. " he said blankly without a trace of regret or remorse. Just then the bell rang telling us to head to our classes. Everyone started to disperse and so did Chris. He left by saying "This isn't over. " over his shoulder as he turned and walked away soon after I ran to my next period English. As I entered the class I saw many seats were filled and only the seats in the front to rows were left free I occupied the one next to the window on the right and just as our teacher was about to start class the door opened and there he was my worst nightmare..... Chris. Oh no.
He entered with a cigar in his mouth held at an angle. His black leather jacket unzipped revealing a white shirt with a blue ripped jeans and converse all star shoes finishing his look. None of the others were as shocked as I was, he was smoking in class and Ms. Rose didn't say a thing about it. What the hell was going on? He could just do what ever he wanted and no one bothered about it, earlier this morning I heard a few girls saying his family was stinking rich and he partly owned the school as the school functioned on the money given by his parents. Wow! No wonder he was so 'perfect'. I sighed. There was nothing I could do. I felt so vulnerable whenever I saw him.
And bam he sat right next to me - RIGHT NEXT TO ME I say. I flinched as I observed him staring at me. How he crushed the cigar as it was almost over exhaling the last smoke cloud from his mouth as the girls in the class drooled over his perfections instead of paying attention to the class . I had to admit he was Hot and by that I mean scorching hot he had the most perfect jawline with flawless skin and beautiful blue eyes that were just as deep as the ocean his blonde hair complimenting his look.
"Can anyone tell about the seven ages?" Ms. Rose asked us.
"It is a monologue of Jaques in the Shakespearean play As you like it scene 2 act 7."I answered
"Correct.Ms.Jones"she said beaming at me.
"Nerd."Chris mocked as the others started laughing making me blush
"Silence"Ms.Rose flared up at once.
And finally the never ending nightmare ended as it was time to go home after maths. I was relieved. Finally freedom from Chris with whom I shared all my classes. As went towards my car in the parking lot a motorcycle stood as an obstacle between me and my car it belonged to Chris who was passionately making out with a cheerleader. I felt awkward. Stop it already I need to go home and take a warm bath it would help me alot right now.
He parted from her as if he sensed my presence."Could you stop staring.Its really uncomfortable." he said and I gaped at him in awe but brought myself together and said"Move your ass away from my car douchebag." I stated pointing at the obvious. He glared at me and said "Fuck off bitch. "frowning.
"Move." I shouted.
But I had tested his patience a bit too much as he moved away from the cheerleader attacking me and making me lean against my own car as he grabbed my waist making me very uncomfortable and blush hard in nervousness. He had even moved his bike in less than a minute.
"Happy now?" he asked a whimpered
"Let me go! " I shouted
"No...... You will never be free.... never.!" he said with poison in his
voice.
And then let me go and left on his bike with his buds as he winked at the other cheerleaders and a bitterness was left in my throat.

Hello everyone it is I the cruel writer who likes to torture her main characters. Thank you for reading until here reaching this point it means a lot to me *gets emotional*.Sorry if I disappointed you or let you down or if you didn't enjoy it..... And thank you for reading until here.

Question time:
Why do you think Chris tortured Emma? And who would you support Emma or Chris? What to you think will happen next and most importantly Did you like it?

See you in the next chapter. I would like to warn you that the chapter can be released in an incomplete state or they can be released late. Oh and I almost forgot. "Disclaimer: if any one of the characters or if the story match it is purely coincidental blah blah blah.... " you guys know how it ends. See ya until the next chapter