“Somebody get this bitch off me,” Rebecca yells as she attempts to fight me off, but she’s no match for me.
Her arms are flailing wildly, but none of her swings connect with me. Strong hands wrap around my stomach, lifting me from Rebecca. I dig my nails into the forearms around me. Victoria and Lori help Rebecca from the floor. Her face is bruised and red from my hits. Students are crowded around the scene.
Good.
“Calm down,” says Maverick in my ear.
I turn my head to face him.
“You put her up to this, didn’t you? That’s low, even for you.”
“I didn’t.”
“Liar.”
When Maverick puts me on my feet, I look at Rebecca.
“You and your bunch of followers are sick, you’re all sick.”
I leave the cafeteria, students parting like the red sea for my departure. Jamal, Kate, and Lucy are right behind me.
“Did you see those titties?” I hear Ted ask.
“Yeah bro, I have to tap that,” replies Bobby.
“Me first,” adds Bruce, laughing.
There are no words that can describe Cocoa’s naked form. The way the water and suds cascaded down her body had me in a trance. While watching the video, my eyes followed the path of the soap clutched in her hand while it traversed her glowing caramel skin. The sight of that bar of soap gliding across her hairless pussy was captivating. When she turned her body, showcasing her round ass that’s so firm I could bounce a quarter off it, I nearly came in my pants.
“All of you will stay the hell away from her or get buried. Dee and Nix, follow me. I need the both of you to have my back.”
I climb on top of the table with Dee and Nix mimicking my move. I whistle loudly to get the attention of everyone in the cafeteria. After a few seconds, the cafeteria goes silent, and all eyes are on us.
“Victoria, I want you and your bitches to leave Cocoa alone. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, don’t even breathe in her direction. Everyone in this cafeteria better delete that email permanently spread the word to all grade levels. Trust me. You don’t want me as an enemy. I promise you, if I hear of any student in this school sharing or even talking about that video, you’ll be eating your food through a straw for the remainder of the school year.”
With that message being delivered, I leave the cafeteria with Dee and Nix flanking me. Now, every student will know that Cocoa has my protection – something I don’t take lightly. I’m pissed that every male in this school has seen Cocoa’s naked body.
A few weeks have passed since the video was sent to the student body in late September. Girls start to look at me like they want to scratch my eyes out, but the boys look at me like they want to get in between my legs. The name-calling and whispers as I walk the hallways has completely stopped, which is strange. Even Queen Bitch and her minions ignore me in P.E. after that day.Now that the soap opera drama is over, I don’t mind P.E. so much. I still receive the occasional dirty look from them, though. I haven’t heard anyone talk about the video, it’s almost like the incident never happened.
It’s now the beginning of the third week in October, and the physics project is due next week. I’m ready for the inevitable confrontation that I’m going to have with Maverick when he arrives to class this morning. I emailed him the notes regarding the project on Saturday. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t respond. Presenting the project will be a part of the final grade, so I need him to bring his A-game. I decided to complete our project onexploring Faraday's and Lenz’s Law.
As usual, Maverick spends the day ignoring me like the rest of the student body, except for Jamal, Kate, and Lucy, of course. I hate that I’m in this class with him, and I wonder what kind of fuckery the universe was up to when it let this happen. I’m apprehensive every morning, not knowing what to expect from this moody boy. I love all my classes, including P.E. since Queen Bitch and her minions ignore me but physics keeps me on edge.
As soon as Maverick walks in the classroom, I straighten my body and ready myself for war. There are fresh bruises on his face. It seems like every other day he has new bruises dotting his face. Some may think it’s from practice or football games, but I know the truth. He’s been fighting at the warehouse a lot lately.
When Maverick takes his seat, I don’t waste any time bringing up my grievances to him.
“Why didn’t you respond to my email on Saturday about the project? You know it’s due on Monday, right?”
He doesn’t respond. He can be one stubborn bastard.
“Maverick, please just read the damn notes. That’s all I’m asking you to do.”
I hate to beg him, but at this point, I have no other choice. Maintaining a high GPA is a must for me.
“Why do you fight?”
That question gets a reaction from him. “I like to hurt people, and if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll hurt you, too.”
