Behave Conway

My cheeks were burning so hard I felt like a human tomato. I felt hot all over, a rush of embarrassment flooding my veins. But the absolute worst part? The most messed-up, humiliating truth of it all?

My traitorous pussy was once again screaming in my panties.

Just from one stupid smack. I hated myself. I hated him. What could possibly be more embarrassing than this absolute bullshit? Aaron should just hold a knife to my neck instead, it would be a much faster death than this public humiliation.

"Behave, Conway," I heard him groan, his voice low and vibrating right against my stomach.

"How on earth am I supposed to behave, you uncultured bastard?!" I hissed back, slapping his back as hard as I could. "Put me down before I bite a chunk out of your shoulder!"

Aaron just let out a dark, wicked chuckle that sent a shiver straight down my spine. He started walking again, carrying me to the exact center of the court.

"I know, right?" Aaron said smoothly, his voice dropping into that dangerous, cocky tone that always made my stomach do flips. "You are having the best moment of your life right now. How can you possibly behave? I clearly told you to come to the sidelines and cheer for me, but you didn't. So, you're getting punished for it. And trust me, this little tap is nothing compared to what I have in stock for you later, baby."

"Ewwww," I faked a gag, though my heart was hammering a million miles an hour. "Ba...by??" How do you keep forgetting that I'm nothing to you, and vice versa? You are a blackmailer, not my boyfriend!"

"It's not your place to tell me that," Aaron replied coldly, his grip tightening on my thighs in a way that broadcasted absolute ownership to every single person in the room. "I decide what happens here. I decide what we are. Oh..."

He paused, tilting his head slightly so his mouth was right next to my hip, his voice dropping to a whisper that only I could hear over the noise of the crowd.

"...you probably must have forgotten about the video. If you are still delusional enough to think this is 'nothing,' then maybe I should upload the sex tape right now? See that massive projector screen right to my left? The one they use for the instant replays on this big day? I can air it right now. That should be something, shouldn't it, Ice Queen?"

The threat hit me like a bucket of freezing water.

Immediately, the fight drained completely out of me. My whole body went completely limp against his shoulder, hanging there in total defeat. I couldn't risk it. If he put that video on the jumbotron, my life was over. Everything was over.

I could literally feel Aaron smile against me. It was a smile of complete, arrogant satisfaction. He had won, and he knew it.

With smooth, effortless grace, Aaron finally swung my legs down, placing me gently on my feet right in the dead center of the basketball court. We were directly under the brightest spotlight in the stadium.

I stumbled a little, completely dizzy from being upside down and completely blinded by the flashing cameras. Before I could back away, Aaron wrapped a heavy, sweaty arm tightly around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest so I couldn't run.

Coach Drey  was standing right next to us, holding a microphone meant for the victory speech. He had been frozen there and dumbfounded since Aaron gave Roonie the trophy, not knowing the exact thing to say without offending Mrs. Adams or her son.Without asking, Aaron snatched the mic right out of the coach's hand.

The feedback whined through the massive stadium speakers, forcing the entire crowd into absolute, pin-drop silence.

Aaron lifted the microphone to his lips, looking out over the sea of hundreds of students, the sports reporters, the flashing cameras, and finally, up to the VIP box exactly where his mother was seated. 

"I'd like to introduce to you all," Aaron's voice boomed through the stadium, deep, smooth, and laced with undeniable dominance. "My girlfriend on campus. Jessica Conway!!!!"

The stadium absolutely erupted.

The people screamed at the exact same time. It was a deafening roar of pure shock, gossip, and wild excitement. The flashbulbs went off so fast the entire court looked like it was strobing.

I was stunned into total silence. Of all the things I expected him to say, of all the terrible things I thought he would do... this was the least of them.

My mouth hung open as I stared at the giant jumbotron overhead, watching my own shocked face broadcasted on a forty-foot screen with Aaron Adams' arm wrapped protectively around me.

I slowly turned my head and looked toward the sidelines.

Mrs. Adams' expression had completely transformed. The cold, comfortable snobbery was gone, replaced by a look of complete,horror. She looked like she was about to throw up her expensive caviar lunch.

And Emilian?

Emilian Francis,the girl who the whole school knew as Aaron's girlfriend, or at least the fake version she had forced down everyone's throats for months was having a complete meltdown. She was openly weeping, her makeup running down her face, crying hysterically into the arms of Mrs. Adams, who looked too disgusted by my existence to even comfort her properly.

A tiny, wicked spark of satisfaction ignited in my chest.

Watching Emilian cry in front of the entire university, watching her fake throne crumble into dust on live television... it felt good. Really good.

But as I stood there in the spotlight, feeling Aaron's hot chest against my back and the terrifying grip of his hand on my waist, I made a silent promise.

This announcement? This little public humiliation?

This wasn't nearly enough revenge for what Emilian had done to me in the locker room. Throwing paint and eggs on me was a declaration of war.

Emilian might think her tears would save her.

But they had no idea. The Ice Queen was just getting started, and I still had a wicked, destructive plan on the way.