The walls have ears

Louis' POV

I fucking hated her! Every fiber in my body wanted to make her suffer, break her down, and destroy her. Her presence drove me crazy, but sometimes not in the way I'd like. But that didn't matter. She had the bitch's blood in her veins. Her bitch of a mother was the reason mine was depressed and hurting. The woman without a status dared to destroy the person that held my family together. That woman bewitched my father to dance to her tunes. Now he barely spoke a word to the woman who had loved him for decades. Now the woman's daughter was in my school?

The moment I saw her with her unruly brown hair and determined jade eyes, I knew I had a mission to see her mangled and helpless, totally at my mercy.

My sister joined in, and being in the same economic class as the rest of the school helped. From her first day, it was either she submitted or she was punished; either way, she was the loser. She had not one friend after two years. All the other scholarship students had transferred, but she had hung on anyway.

I despised the fact that she had earned a bit of my respect by doing that. I had eyes on her at her workplace and home. And other times, I did the monitoring myself. I just needed to catch her lacking, but everything I had seen had proved me wrong about her. It was so fucking annoying.

She was resourceful despite the eyesore she called home. She was indifferent towards her elder sister but seemed to adore her nine-year-old brother. The boy looked nothing like her, with his brown eyes and red hair, and knowing what their mother did for a living, it wouldn't be difficult to imagine why.

I hardly saw her interact with her mother or the shabby-looking man named Todd. She was a loner. I loathed that I knew so much about her, but she intrigued me.

The bitch bruised my ego by daring to tell me she hadn't needed me. I just wanted to tease her, but I got too close. She had an earthy fragrance that intoxicated me into delving further into the mystery of Zoraya Carter. The way she had pushed against me drove me wild. I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit.

Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

The moment she moaned. It was soft and pleading. It mirrored my own desire. If I had kissed her, I would have reached the point of no return. But I didn't. I remembered who she was and on which side I belonged. I was the victim's son, and she was the tramp's daughter. And she was an enemy.

*****

“The party was amazing!" Jennie squealed.

"Yeah, it was, but it was probably amazing to you because Louis was there," Franky shrugged, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"No, it was probably for the party," Sandra's unsure voice spoke out.

"Girl," Franky snarled. "Who asked you?" Before she turned to Jenny. "I told you not to invite her, but you did anyway, and now she thinks she can speak without permission."

Turning her attention back to Sandra, who was already regretting opening her mouth. "Don't even think you are on our level yet; remember your dad is just a former deputy governor."

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said.

"Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion.

She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'

The students who did not make the cut could only be allowed in by invitation. But those were rare. Even after six years in the school, she had only been invited four times.

She had been a low-key part of Jennie's friend group as one of the servants, of course. Despite that, she had not been boosted at all in the school's student hierarchy.

She peeked through the window of the class to take in a little of the room. It was big, like a mini-hall. The curtains looked like the ones used by royals; heavy and regal. The loudspeakers for music and a 70-inch flat-screen TV. The three expensive vanity makeup tables. Games for the guys. It was heaven.

She tried the doorknob, and her mouth nearly hit the ground when it was a mystery not locked. She entered it without a second thought. Taking it in now that she was alone in it, she used makeup, and threw some hoops that she missed.

She even took pictures of everything there. She went to the toilet and used it. No invitee had ever been allowed to use it. But today was her lucky day. Or was it?

After she had inscribed her name on the wall where all the 'richest' had written theirs, Lisa's heart almost jumped out of her throat when she heard the door open. She hid behind one of the heavy curtains that were obscuring the sunlight.

If they caught her, she would be dead. It would lower her already low student hierarchy. What if they start treating her like a scholarship student? It would be over for her. She said silent prayers as she waited.

She did not peek until she started to hear voices. She saw Louis with a girl. The surviving scholarship student. Zoe Carter. The first time the girl had been here, Louis strangely invited everyone to watch her get humiliated in the worst possible way. Lisa didn't understand why the girl had not withdrawn after that day.

She switched to video recording on her phone and started to film them. Louis was the hottest and richest student, along with his younger sister, and Jennie had liked Louis for such a long time everyone knew. He was off-limits. So this would interest her.

From what she heard, Zoe owed Louis something which she denied. He seemed angry and started to laugh. The next thing he was up and pinning her to the board, he insulted her, and what happened next almost made Lisa drop her phone.

He was kissing her neck. He wasn't just teasing. No, he was doing it. It looked like he was forcing her until Lisa heard her fucking moan. He pulled away and made fun of her again and left.

As Lisa looked at her phone now, she knew she had something that could make Jennie favor her more and even upgrade her level. Who would care about how she got it? They would be too preoccupied with making Zoe pay. And it would be good for the girl if she left anyway, so Lisa believed she was doing her a favor. Lisa made her decision.

“Jennie." She tapped her shoulder to get her attention.

"What?" Jennie snapped.

“I guess I spoke too soon." Franky rolled her eyes.

Lisa ignored Franky, and with her attention still on Jennie, she said, "Sorry, but I believe there is something you might want to see."