I'm brought out of my thoughts by all the loud, shocked gasps around the room, and I quickly take a peek at the whiteboard behind Professor Rawdon, at the front of the lecture hall. Words in neon-bright red flash on the screen over and over before disappearing.
"What is the meaning of this! Who's doing that?!" Rawdon yells, as students laugh and whisper to each other. His TA jumps up from the front row, pulls up the whiteboard screen, and heads to the projector, frantically yanking the plug, but the damage is done, everyone got an eyeful, and now questions are running through their minds about what that means. Rawdon's face has gone a molten shade of red, and his breathing is heavy, as he tries to regain his composure.Good luck with that, prick.
God, I wish I could be there when Rawdon goes back to his car, and sees the new paint job I’ve gifted him. Blood red spray-painted words, calling him a ‘monster’, ‘rapist’, and ‘the devil’ across his hood, and the windows of his sporty white Mercedes. Guess you shouldn’t have parked in the lot, entitled ass, oh, and good luck with the cameras catching me, I sprayed those fuckers first.
I’m busy daydreaming about my long-awaited vengeance when the hairs on my arms stand at attention, and I feel someone's intense glare on me. When I do a quick scroll through the room, my eyes meet bright green irises, his face curious. His lips quirk, and the left corner rises, before the fucker blows me a kiss that I ignore. The naughty angel slumps down in the chair, his large body relaxed, as if he doesn't have a care in the world, and isn't the slightest perturbed by what's happening.
I force my attention back to the only reason I came to this godforsaken school, and to this small, overprivileged town that haunts my waking and sleeping thoughts. The professor attempts to continue his lecture, droning on as if nothing happened, but I can see the vein on his forehead protruding from here. Every few minutes, his eyes fall back on Blondie, as if he's waiting for him to cause another disturbance, or as if he believes Blondie might be the culprit behind the whiteboard, and that works to my advantage. Let him suspect him, then he won't be looking for me. Blondie, however, ignores him, doesn'ttake any notes, and spends most of his time on his phone, and flirting with the girl next to him, who looks like she might melt into a puddle at the attention.
He's so distracting that I'm finding it increasingly difficult to focus on my reason for being here. Before I know it, the overhead bell is ringing, and class is over. I watch with dismay as the professor gathers his things, and leaves the lecture hall. FUCK!
"Hey, little Livy." Blondie slides into the vacated chair next to me with grace, and lithe movements that belie his large form, as I put my things back in my bag. "I didn't know you were in this class. It looks like it just became the most amusing class I'm taking."
I grab the strap of my backpack and rise out of my seat, fully prepared to ignore the douche, but he holds onto the other strap and pulls me back down into the chair, before one of his large hands seizes my upper thigh in a crushing grip, and forces me to remain seated. "Remove your hand, now," I grit through my teeth, and catch a few people stopping in their movements to watch us. I glare at them all in warning to move along, and they dash up the steps. I don’t need an audience if I decide to stab this fucker for being brave and stupid.
"In a minute. I think you and I need to have a chat and get acquainted." He applies more pressure to his hold, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to avoid releasing a pained cry. At this rate, if he doesn't let up, I'll be sporting imprints of his digits on my skin. His intoxicating scent reaches me with a blend of tobacco, leather, and mandarins, all of which are beginning to play havoc with my senses.
Fuck, he's pretty, and he smells good. It's not fair to make a devil like him so appealing. "We have nothing to discuss, and I certainly don't need to be acquainted with a fucking sadistic monster like you."
A mischievous glint crosses his face, giving him a naughty, angelic look. As much as I don't want to admit it, and I fucking don't, this guy is gorgeous to look at. His features are almost delicate in their appearance, disarming and enchanting. If I hadn't seen the violence and depravity he was capable of firsthand, I wouldn't believe it just looking at him.
"You've got a little drool right there." He points his thumb to the corner of my mouth, and the digit swipes across my lips. What the hell! I push harder on his grip, anger and annoyance filling me as I realize I've let myself get distracted by him.Get your shit together, Olly, he's just a lecherous guy!
"You wish, scumbag. Get your filthy hands off of me," I snarl, and dig my fingernails into the skin of his hand. A sexy hiss exits his lips, but other than that, there’s no indication that I’m hurting him.
"I think you protest too much, Livy." His hand slides up my leg to where my thigh meets my core, and my body tenses, my stomach clenches, and then flutters, causing my breath to become wispy. I dig my nails harder into his flesh until the indents fill with blood. "I'll bet if I slipped my fingers inside of your pretty, pink cunt right now, you would be drenched for me. Whatcha say I take a quick feel?"
"If you even think of moving those fingers one more inch, I swear to you, you'll never be able to have kids," I growl. A hoarse chuckle, and a flexing of his fingers, is his response to my threat. This guy is either extraordinarily dense or very brave, and even though we have already gone toe-to-toe today, he doesn't see me as a viable threat. I need to change that. He should fear me. I'm not fucking around, and if he keeps pushing me, I'll end him.
The fingers on my other hand slowly move to reopen my bag, while I attempt to turn my body away, so he can't see what I'm doing. I slip my hand into my backpack, feel for the hidden pocket, grip the small pocket knife, and pull it out. I lean forwardcloser to him, invading his space as I release the blade, and the small swishing sound is too loud in my ears, as I move the blade closer to his cock.
His green eyes shine brighter with an unhinged glee at my threat, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see his joggers tenting. Ugh, gross. This is turning him on.What a psycho, who the hell gets turned on by violence, and the threat of losing his manhood?My first thought is to grab his cock and twist as hard as I can, while stabbing him in the thigh, so that I can free myself and hear him scream. He must be able to read the direction of my thoughts on my features, because he angles his body away from mine, but doesn't release his grip on my thigh. "Uh uh, little Hellstorm, you do that, and I'll have you bent over this chair with my cock inside of you, before you can choke out a scream."
I inch the blade closer, my mind racing with the consequences of stabbing a fellow student on school grounds. Is this douche worth sabotaging all my plans? His fingers flex again, this time his middle finger stroking over my core through the seam of my leggings, and I have to swallow the sound of outrage from exiting my lips. "I bet I could make you scream my name, Livy. Whatcha say we find out?" He cocks an arrogant, dark, blond eyebrow at me with amusement. "The knife won't help you. I get off on blood play, beautiful."
A large bang has me pulling out of the entrancement this cunt is weaving, and looking straight down toward the stage. Professor Rawdon has returned without me noticing, and has slammed his bag down on the floor, and is making his way off the stage toward us. I instantly shove the pocket knife back inside my backpack, and try to rise from the seat once again to no avail.
"Mr. Brackley, I will remind you that this is a lecture hall, and not one of your hook-up spots. Release Miss...?" Cold, darkbrown eyes meet mine, and just for a moment, I think I witness a brief glimpse of recognition before it's gone. Only curiosity and hostility toward the asshole who is still holding my thigh remain.
"Springhill." I watch for any signs of awareness of who I am, but nothing crosses his features. Why would they? I was utterly forgettable to him. I was just a blip in a moment of his privileged life, where he never had to think of the consequences, because they didn't apply to him. He made sure I was nothing but a liar, a little girl begging for attention.
"It doesn't matter what her name is, Rawdon. She's off-limits to you.Mayhemalready has a claim, so run along now, and dabble your dirty fingers elsewhere, before I graciously break them for you."
Blondie releases his hold on my thigh, and turns his body in a menacing direction toward Rawdon, and I use his momentary distraction to my advantage, to rush out of my seat and away from him. Both sets of eyes turn in my direction, and track the space I'm putting between my body and theirs, not to mention that I'm holding my backpack as a shield. "No one has a claim on me. I don't even know you, and I don't want to either. Stay away from me!"
I give them both my back, even though everything inside of me is screaming not to. Both of them are predators, and will take advantage of my weakness to hurt me if I allow it. I force myself not to rush out of the lecture hall, instead slowing my pace to avoid appearing frightened. My blood rushes through my veins, and pounds in my heart, like thick drums. I need to get the fuck out of here now before I have a panic attack. I can feel the waves rising and strangling my throat, and any moment now it will wash over me, and I will truly be helpless.
"I'LL BE SEEING YOU SOON, LIVY!"
CHAPTER 7
RIVER
I'm sitting on the bleachers after the last class of the day, a joint blazing at my lips, watching as Damon runs through the plays the football coach is yelling like a madman. The redhead on her knees in front of me is slobbering and slurping loudly on my cock. Where usually I would be enjoying the experience, because Kelli sucks cock like a twenty-dollar crack whore, I find myself distracted, and viscerally annoyed. I fist her long, auburn hair, forcing her to take me deeper into her throat, and the immediate thought that races through my mind is that the color of her hair is wrong.
Jesus fuck, what is wrong with me?With a disgusted grunt, I push Kelli off my cock, and she stumbles backward, almost falling off the bleachers, with a high-pitched scream that just further annoys me as it draws others' attention in our direction. Her short, denim skirt slides up, giving the practicing football team a view of her skanky, pale thong-covered ass. Hoots and hollers reach my ears, and cause her to rise rapidly with embarrassment that she wasn't feeling mere seconds ago, while she sucked my cock for the world to see.Women make zero fucking sense to me, they never have, they never will.
"Did I do something wrong, River?" Tears fill her muddy brown eyes, as her collagen-filled lips quiver grotesquely. "I can do better, I promise. Please just let me try again." She falls to her reddened knees once more, desperate to please me and gain my favor, and revulsion races through me, heating my blood like scalding water.
