Bad Girl HS

7

My head snapped in the direction of the voice. I saw a boy looking around until his eyes met my wide ones. I saw his eyes widen as well before they went back to normal size and he smirked. I quickly turned my head away and he walked towards me.

"I know you know I saw you." I could hear the smirk in his English accent.

"Sorry." I slowly turned to look at him. His features were flawless. His green eyes pierced into my soul. I noticed he had a small scar just above his left eyebrow.

"It's okay, love." Marcel spoke, taking my wrist and pulling me out of the chair an into his chest. His hands traveled down my body. "You can make it up later."

I shivered at what he had in mind. He led me through a hallway where all the other girls where talking with their bidders. They whistled and cheered and mocked Marcel. I felt his grip on my wrist tighten.

We finally reached our room. Before we went inside I stopped him.

"Don't listen to those assholes out there." I said taking about those annoying men in the other room. "They are just jealous of you."

"Yeah. I guess your right. Besides," He pushed me against the wall and leaned his lips in. They were so close to mine. "Tonight, you're mine."

"Fuck." I whispered as I looked at his lips. Marcel just smirked and opened the door. There was a pole in the corner and a bed in the middle of the room.

"Is it true?" Marcel asked, sitting on the end of the bed.

"Is what true?" I asked sitting beside him.

"You're a virgin." He put his hand on my thigh. I tensed up a little.

"Not for long." I felt my eyes water. I can't believe this is happening.

"Baby, don't cry." Marcel wipes away a tear that I didn't even notice.

"This might sound stupid, but sometimes I just wish some jerk would've fucked me at one of the thousands of parties I have been to." I sighed. Marcel out his arm around me, trying to comfort me.

"Why would you want that?" He asked, his eyes full of interest and wonder.

"Because then all of this wouldn't have happened. There wouldn't be a hundred assholes out there who want to fuck my brains out." I pouted. I wish I was at home, heading another lecture from my parents. I would rather hear a six week long lecture from my mother than be here.

"I make you a deal, I won't make you have sex with me right now or with anybody else here," He smiled.

"Really?" I smiled. This better not be a trick.

"If," He began. I was so excited I interrupted him.

"If what?" I said eagerly, grabbing his collar.

"If you live with me in my living quarters." He smirked.

"Live with you?" I asked. I knew there was a catch to his deal. It was way too good to be true.

"Yeah. Think about it. You won't be treated like scum like you do as a performer, you get to live in luxury, with me of course." Marcel smirked at the last part. I just laughed and nodded my head.

"OK." I smiled as have Marcel a hug.

"Now, go to your room. Get some sleep." Marcel kissed my forehead and sent me to my room.