Chapter 8: Trouble

"Hey, Gav! At Zack's Diner after class okay? I want you to meet a friend of mine." Trishia told her. Their last period is about to start and she knew they have chores to do after their last subject.

"We are to clean the gymnasium after class and you know it is for a month. We will be in trouble if we did not oblige, Trishia." She reminds her of their punishment.

"Come on Gav, it is just for today. They won't even notice we skip a day in cleaning the gymnasium." Trishia whispered naughtily that made her eyes widen.

"She's right. Besides, you have to come with us because I promise Harold that you will be with us," Phyllis commented.

"Harold?" She asked curiously.

"Oh, you have to meet him. This poor guy has a huge crush on you and he badly wanted to get to know you." Trishia's voice turned excited and naughty.

"Do I know him?" She asked suspiciously.

She don't know why but the idea of meeting a stranger scares her a bit although she knew the guy was studying in the same school as they do, she still has a bad feeling about it.

"You'll meet him later. I'll ask you a favor, Gav. If he told you he wanted to court you, just say yes okay?"

"What!" She exclaimed unbelievably.

"Listen, Gav. Harold was a son of a millionaire and he was a good catch."

Oh shit... I have a bad feeling about it...

"I don't know Trish. I mean, I should be back here after six because my Dad will pick me up here at school. I'm grounded and I can't be caught this time." She explained.

"Okay, okay. Anyway, meet me at the parking lot after class and you'll ride in my car." Although she was a bit hesitating, she nod as an answer.

As expected, they went to Zack's Diner after class. It's a restaurant near to their school where students used to hang out and eat. Trishia introduced her to Bradley- her boyfriend and Wil who is Phyllis's boyfriend. She also met Harold who is obviously a friend of the two guys. Unlike Wil and Bradley who are both good-looking guys, Harold has long thick hair with a dark skin tone. He wore thick eyeglasses and the way he looks at her and how he raked her body for the first time suddenly made her feel creepy. He looked like the typical nerd. His smile and how he gazes at her especially on her boobs bring her chills and a creepy feeling. He looked like a naughty teenage maniac that can't be trusted. Why does she have a feeling that Trishia is lying to her? This guy doesn't look like he has a crush on her. All she can see in his eyes is lust and mischief.

"Glad I met you. Trishia was right, you're more beautiful to stare at near." Harold then touched her arm and she wanted to cringe in disgust.

"Thank you." She stated then simply jerked her arm away from him.

"Harold here was your stalker, Gav." Trishia teasingly stated. She even felt irritated hearing those words from her friend. She doesn't wanna judge but with his looks and the way he grins evilly, he really looks like a creepy stalker.

"Yeah, I been watching you from afar and I'mma say you're a sight to behold." It gave her goosebumps when his eyes started to roam all over her body until they stopped in her boobs. She badly wanted to snap and curse him at the moment but she just stopped herself because of Trishia's request.

Oh gosh, this guy is nothing but a lunatic pervert!

"Heard you're a transferee. What school you came from?" Bradley asked.

"Holy Angel Academy. It was an all-girls school."

"Ewww, that's so boring! No boys classmates at all?" Phyllis exaggeratedly stated.

"Yeah." She replied.

"It's nice you transferred here. You made my friend Harold happy to finally meet you." It was Wil who pull out a hearty laugh afterward. The sound of his laughter was insulting and there is nothing funny at all if he thought that is a joke.

"I like to get to know you better, Gav." To her surprise, he suddenly held her hand and gently pressed it. With that, she shivered irritably that made her secretly curse. His touch is very disgusting with his rough creepy dark hands.

"What do you mean?" She asked uncomfortably then pulled her hand away from his grasp.

"Like we can go on a date, court you, and get to know each other." Harold was speaking very proudly as if he was very confident she will agree with his idea. He must be nuts if he thought she was an easy lay. He was not even her type.

"Y-You w-were fast. I mean, I'm too young for that and things like that still not on my mind yet." She said as an alibi.

"Don't tell me you haven't had a boyfriend yet?" She went silent for a moment not wanting to answer his question until she saw his face got surprised and slowly brightened up. His eyes tantalized in mischief and joy.

"Yes and I don't intend to have one as of the moment." She frankly stated.

"Harold? Can you excuse us for a while?" Trishia then pulled her hand and excused her to the guys. Wondering why they left the guys, Trishia brought her to the comfort room and talk to her.

"Look Gav, can't you be a little nicer to Harold?"

"Is that the guy you want me to meet? He looked like a lunatic pervert, Trish! I'm not judgemental but the way he looked at me, it's like he want to eat me alive! And my gosh, he was so fast and taking advantage of me!" She stated irritatingly.

"Harold was a nice guy. He's a millionaire son and if you became his girl, he will surely shower you with expensive stuff. What are you thinking, Gav?" Trishia stated as if expecting her to be surprised.

"I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend yet."

"It's not like it's going to be official. You can flirt and play with him. Harold was gullible and we can get a lot from him. We can use him and his money, my friend."

"Sorry but no, Trish. Even he was the richest guy on the campus, I don't care! I don't like him." She declined.

"Okay, okay." Trishia's face then suddenly turned disappointed and did not insist her point.

Well, she was sure she made herself clear to Trishia. Harold has no chance with her and she will never date him. They can be friends but she will not agree if he tried to court her.

When they went out to the diner, she thought they will head back to the school just like Trishia promised. All along, she thought she will drive her back where her Dad will pick her but her brows suddenly furrowed when she noticed they were heading the opposite way. She started to suspect when she noticed they were following Brad and Harold's car.

"I thought you will drive me back to school? Why are we following them?" She asked Trishia.

"Come on Gav, we'll just drink and party a little before I drive you back," Trishia stated that annoyed her. She never consult her and she's starting to get upset.

"Trishia, my Dad is probably waiting for me now!" She alarmingly said.

"We won't take long. Don't be such a killjoy."

She got nervous when Tricia's car entered an old abandoned building. What are they going to do in this abandoned place? The car stopped in a dark area where Bradley's pick-up truck parked. When she went out of the car, she saw Bradley and Harold carrying an icebox, some beer, and snacks while Harold was bringing a stereo. When Harold played the music, Phyllis and Wil started to dance in the middle.

"Trishia, I don't like it here. Please drive me back to school now. My father might be waiting for me now." She tried pulling  Trishia's hand to convince her because she was starting to get worried about her situation.

"Hey relax. Why don't you try this?" Trishia then opened a can of beer and hand it to her.

She was about to protest but Trishia suddenly screech for Bradley immediately pull and drag her to dance. Realizing that Trishia was too busy and distraught dancing with her boyfriend, she then made up her mind and decided to leave because it looks like Trishia has no plans of driving her back sooner. She was about to walk away but Harold suddenly blocked her way.

"Wanna dance?" He asked maliciously.

"No thanks." She declined.

Just the thought of him touching her made her cringe in disgust. What more if he dances sensually the way Bradley and Will dance to their girlfriends.

"Come on, don't be such a killjoy. Aren't you jealous of them? I'm not a bad dancer, babe" He tried to grab her hand but she drastically jerked it away from him.

"I said no!" She shouted angrily. She saw how his eyes turned dark and glared in anger because of her reaction.

"Come on, stop playing hard to get bitch! I know your kind. Trishia told me a lot about you. "

"What do you mean?"

"I know you're an easy lay and you love to play hard to get. Just come here and kiss me and you'll surely not regret it." To her surprise, he drastically grabbed her and embraced her.

"Get off me, you jerk!" She tried pushing him to get away from his hold but he was so strong she can't move his hand.

She got horrified when he suddenly scooped her face and aggressively kissed her on the lips while she was hearing the group laughing. She tried to look around and shouted help to her friends but she saw Phyllis and Trishia keep laughing and just watching them while the two guys seemed to enjoy the scene they were seeing because they were even screaming with joy.

Kaycee was right... They were not real friends...

She tried to push Harold back and hit him hard in the chest but it seems he was even enjoying that she was struggling free. His lips feels so disgusting trying to open her mouth while she was trying her best to shut her lips so he won't have access to enter. She kept on struggling free when she suddenly felt someone harshly pull Harold away from her. To her surprise, it was nothing but her Dad!

Oh gosh, how did he get here? How'd he find out where she was?

Her father angrily punches Harold and drastically pushed him to the ground. He forcibly pulled him through his collar then give him punches in the jaw and stomach. Her friends with their boyfriends immediately run and drive away like a scaredy-cat while Harold is wincing in pain trying to stop her Dad but the latter kept on punching Harold until he was screaming and begging to stop. Feeling thankful his Dad came to save her, her eyes went through the corner and noticed Elena standing from afar with a sly smile painted her lips. Right there and then, she realized her father came over together with Leanna. But how did they find the place?

"You bastard! What do you think you're doing to my daughter!" Her Dad angrily shouted? He was now holding Harold's both collars. The side of Harold's lips was bleeding and his left eye was now reddish.

"Dad!" She shouted worriedly to stop him from punching Harold again.

She has to stop him or he might kill Harold. She knew he deserved it but she don't want her father to be a criminal and go to jail if he killed him.

"She's my girlfriend, Sir!" Her eyes automatically widen in total shock when she heard those words from Harold.

"Liar!" She shouted back.

"What? You're denying me now to your father, Gav?" Harold stated in a disgusting and accusing way that pierced her on her standing point.

"Hey, Gav! Zack's Diner after class, okay? I want you to meet a friend," Trishia told me at class. Our last period was about to start, and I knew we had a month's worth of gymnasium cleaning duty afterward.

"We are to clean the gymnasium after class and you know it is for a month. We will be in trouble if we did not oblige, Trishia." I reminds her of our punishment.

"Come on Gav, it is just for today. They won't even notice we skip a day in cleaning the gymnasium." Trishia whispered naughtily that made my eyes widen. 

"She's right. Besides, you have to come with us because I promise Harold that you will be with us," Phyllis commented.

"Harold?" I asked curiously. 

"Oh, you have to meet him. This poor guy has a huge crush on you and really wants to get to know you," Trishia's voice was excited and playful.

"Do I know him?" I asked suspiciously. 

 I'm not sure but why the idea of meeting a stranger scares me a bit although I knew the guy was studying in the same school as we do, I still have a bad feeling about it. 

"You'll meet him later.  If he asks you out, or asks if he can court you just say yes, okay?"

"What?! Why would I say that?!" I exclaimed unbelievably. 

"Listen, Gav. Harold's the son of a millionaire; he's a good catch."

Oh shit... I really had a bad feeling about this...

"I don't know Trish. I mean, I should be back here after six because my Dad will pick me up here at school. I'm grounded and I can't be caught this time." I explained.

"Okay, okay. Anyway, meet me at the parking lot after class and you'll ride in my car." Although I was a bit hesitant, I nodded as an answer.

As expected, we went to Zack's Diner after class. It's a restaurant just a few blocks away from our school where students usually hangs out. Trishia introduced me to Bradley—her boyfriend—and Wil, Phyllis's boyfriend. I also met Harold, who is obviously a friend of the two guys. Unlike Wil and Bradley, who were good-looking guys, Harold had long, thick hair, dark skin, and thick glasses. The way he looked at me, the way he raked my body with his gaze, made me kinda feel uneasy. He looked like a nerd, but this nerd seemed creepy. I was under the impression that nerds are normally good boys but this one looks menacing. His smile, his gaze—especially on my breasts—sent chills down my spine. He looked like a mischievous teenager who couldn't be trusted. Why did I feel Trishia was lying? This guy didn't look like he had a crush on me; all I can see in his eyes is lust and mischief. 

"Glad I met you. Trishia was right; you're even more beautiful up close," Harold said, touching my arm. I wanted to cringe after hearing his words.

"Thank you." I stated then simply jerked my arm away from him. 

"Harold's been your stalker, Gav," Trishia teased.  I even felt irritated hearing those words from my friend. I don't wanna judge but with his looks and the way he grins, he really looks like a creepy stalker. 

 

"Yeah, I've been watching you from afar, and you're a sight to behold," he said, his eyes roaming over my body then his gaze stopped at my breasts. I wanted to snap at him but I only stopped myself to  because of Trishia's request.

Oh gosh, this guy was a lunatic pervert!

"Heard you're a transferee. What school did you come from?" Bradley asked.

"Holy Angel Academy. It was an all-girls school."

"Ewww, that's so boring! No boys classmates at all?" Phyllis exaggeratedly stated. 

"Yeah," I replied.

"It's nice you transferred here. You made my friend Harold happy to finally meet you." It was Wil who pulled out a hearty laugh afterward. The sound of his laughter was insulting and there is nothing funny at all if he thought that was a joke.

"I'd like to get to know you better, Gav," Harold said, taking my hand and gently squeezing it. With that, I shivered irritably that made me secretly curse. His touch was really disgusting.

"What do you mean?" I asked uncomfortably then pulled my hand away from his grasp. 

"Like, we could go on a date, court you, get to know each other," Harold proudly stated, like he was very confident I will agree with his idea. He was nuts if he thought I was easy. He wasn't even my type.

"Y-You're fast. I mean, I'm too young for that; it's not on my mind yet," I said as an excuse.

"Don't tell me you haven't had a boyfriend yet?"  I remained silent  not wanting to answer his question until I saw his face light up. Mischief and joy is what sparkled his eyes.

"Yes, and I don't intend to have one as of the moment." I frankly replied. 

"Harold? Can you excuse us for a while?" Trishia then pulled me away. Wondering why we left the guys, Trishia brought me to the comfort room and talked to me.

"Look Gav, can't you be a little nicer to Harold?"  

"Is that the guy you wanted me to meet? He's a lunatic pervert, Trish! I'm not being judgmental, but the way he looked at me… It's like he wanted to eat me alive! And my gosh, he was so forward and taking advantage of me!" I said irritably.

"Harold's a nice guy. He's a millionaire's son; if you became his girlfriend, he'd shower you with expensive things. What are you thinking, Gav?" Trishia said as if expecting me to be surprised.

"I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend yet."

"It's not like it's going to be official. You can flirt and play with him. Harold's gullible and we can get a lot from him. We can use him and his money, my friend." 

"Sorry, but no, Trish. Even if he's the richest guy on campus, I don't care! I don't like him," I declined.

"Okay, I understand." Trishia said looking disappointed. The good thing about it is  she did not insist her point or even tried to convince me to try to get to know him more. . 

Well, I was sure I had  made myself clear to Trishia. Harold had no chance with me. We could be friends, but I wouldn't date him even if he tried to court me. 

When we left the diner, I thought we were going back to school, as Trishia promised. All along, I thought she would drive me back where my Dad would pick me but I suspected something when we headed in the opposite direction, following Brad and Harold's car.

"I thought you'd drive me back to school? Why are we following them?" I asked Trishia.

"Come on, Gav, we'll just have a few drinks and party before I drive you back," Trishia said that annoyed me. She hadn't consulted me, and I was starting to really get pissed off.

"Trishia, my Dad's probably waiting for me!" I said alarmed.

"We won't be long. Don't be such a killjoy."

I got nervous when Tricia's car entered an old abandoned building. What are we going to do in this abandoned place?  The car stopped in a dark area where Bradley's pick-up truck was parked.  When I went out of the car, I saw Bradley and Harold carrying an icebox, beer, and snacks while Harold had a stereo.  Phyllis and Wil started dancing when Harold played the music.

"Trishia, I don't like it here. Please drive me back to school. My father might be waiting." I tried to pull Trishia's hand, worried what would might be the consequences if my Dad found out I'm not in school. 

"Hey, relax. Why don't you try this?" Trishia opened a beer and offered it to me.

I was about to protest when Trishia screamed, for Bradley tickled her then pulled her to dance.  Seeing Trishia distracted, I decided to leave. It looks like she has no plans of driving me back sooner. I was about to walk away when Harold suddenly blocked my path.

"Wanna dance?" he asked maliciously.

"No thanks," I declined.

The thought of him touching me made me cringe. What more if he dance sensually the way Bradley and Will dance to their girlfriends. 

"Come on, don't be such a killjoy. Aren't you jealous? I'm not a bad dancer, babe," he said, trying to grab my hand but I drastically  jerked it away.

"I said no!" I shouted angrily. I saw how his eyes turned dark and glared in anger because of my reaction. 

"Come on, stop playing hard to get bitch! I know your kind. Trishia told me a lot about you. "

"What do you mean?"

"I know you're an easy lay and you love to play hard to get. Just come here and kiss me and you'll surely not regret it." To my horror, he drastically grabbed and held me. 

 

"Get off me, you jerk!" I tried pushing him away, but he was too strong.

I got horrified when he suddenly scooped my face and about to kiss me but I immediately  jerked my head away so his lips landed on my cheek. Hearing the group laughing made me more confused. I tried to look around and shouted help to my friends but I saw Phyllis and Trishia keep laughing and just watching us while the two guys seemed to be enjoying the scene. They were even screaming and cheering for Harold.

Kaycee was right… They weren't real friends…

I tried to push Harold away and hit him, but he enjoyed my struggle. I kept on attacking him but he was so strong he even caught my hands. My tears are now streaming in fear but I know this is not the time to cry. I never gave up and kept struggling until I felt someone pull Harold away— it was my Dad! A wave of relief washed over me knowing I was finally safe, because he was here.

But how did he get here? How'd he find out where I was? 

Dad punched Harold and pushed him to the ground. He forcibly grabbed Harold by the collar and punched him in the jaw and stomach. Then my friends and their boyfriends drove away like a scaredy-cat while Harold winced in pain, begging my father to stop. Feeling thankful Dad came to save me, my eyes flew through the corner where my father's car located and there I noticed Leanna standing from afar with a sly smile painted her lips.  She's watching from afar like she was enjoying the scene.  I then realized Dad is with Leanna. But how did they know where I was? 

"You bastard! What do you think you're doing to my daughter! You get away from her, do you understand!" Dad angrily threatened Harold. He was now holding Harold's collar. Harold's lip was bleeding and  his left eye was now red.

"Dad!" I shouted, worriedly trying stop him from punching Harold again. 

I had to stop him; he might kill Harold. I know he deserved it, but I didn't want my father to go to jail because of this. 

"B-But she's my girlfriend, Sir!" My eyes automatically widened in  shock when I heard those words from Harold. 

"Liar!" I shouted back. 

"What? You're denying me now to your father?" Harold replied. His words got me speechless, leaving me rooted to the spot as my father's accusing glare pierced me.