The Hockey Bully’s Fuck Toy Pt 3

Chapter 3

I rush out of my dorm, greeting familiar workers I know around campus. I don't have a car, and school is only five minutes away, so I wake up early to walk to school.

My mind goes back to Ethan's odd behaviour, and I roll my eyes, thinking of what I'd say to him when I saw him.

As I approach the school gates, I keep my head held high. I'm wearing a white frilly top and a long, wavy skirt that moves left and right with the wind. My hair is pulled up in a sleek ponytail with no hair out of place. 

I walk past the row of sports cars, jeeps, and chatting people on campus, trying my best not to meet their eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zack Carter in his sleek black convertible sports car. His car hood is down, and the inside of the car is clearly visible. His girlfriend, Brook Valentine, sits beside him. She has blonde, bright, bouncy hair and a tall figure. From the looks of it, she's chatting away on her phone.

Rumor has it they're not actually together, but Brook never leaves Zack alone. They're meant to be the "it" couple on campus.

My heart beats frantically as he slows when he sees me, driving dangerously close. I walk faster, trying to avoid the eyes already looking our way.

"Oh, hello, Toy," he calls out, and I cringe at the odd name. "Toy" is what he's been calling me since our first year.

I don't answer. I just clutch my bag and increase my pace. Some students have stopped now, wanting to see the show.

He roars his engine and parks when I don't answer, and I snicker in fear. He parks and closes his door with a hard slam, and Brook cusses at him, telling him to come back.

He runs over to me, grabs my ponytail, and wraps it twice around his fist, pulling hard. My pussy throbs at the act, and before I can process anything, I stumble backwards.

"L-leave me alone, Zack. I'll be late for class."

He walks closer as I steady myself from almost falling, towering over me. "God, Toy, you're always on about class. Lighten up," he says, touching my skirt, and I gasp.

Zack is even hotter in person. He wears a fitted black polo shirt and jeans; the shirt looks like it's about to be ripped off due to his muscular frame. The smirk playing on his lips is enough to bring a girl to her knees.

I step backwards, feeling the pulse in my core increasing every second. He tries to come closer, and I bolt. All I hear is a roar of laughter, and I feel tears threatening to spill.

I run to the lecture hall, and after what feels like forever, I bump into a figure… Ethan. Just my luck.

He holds me back, his eyes scanning my face. "What on earth happened?" he asks, steadying me. "N-nothing, just running late."

He gives me a look that shows he doesn't believe me and sighs. "I'm sorry about last night, Soph."

I smile but don't say anything, walking past him hurriedly into the lecture room. After what feels like forever, Professor Matthews greets us and starts the lecture.

The lecture passes in a breeze because he goes over Romeo and Juliet, a novel I've read countless times, and soon it's time for us to pick partners.

My body tenses with fear and anticipation, and Ethan gives me a supportive look.

Professor Matthews goes over rows and rows of names, and when he reaches mine, he pairs me with Zack Carter.

Zack Carter?

Ethan shoots me a worried look, and I stop myself from breaking down in the middle of the hall. My palms are sweaty, and I feel dizzy.

When people start to leave, grumbling because of the group project, I approach the professor. "Mr Matthews, sir, there seems to have been a mistake of some sort," I call out, my lips trembling.

"No, no, no," the man screeches, waving me off and leaving the hall. "I'm not making any changes, Miss Sophie, even for you."

"But he never even came to the lecture!" I yell, throwing a tantrum like a kid.

"You'll figure it out," he retorts, skipping out of the hall.

I head back to my seat, noting the missed calls from Ethan. Everyone has deserted the hall, but I stay back because I don't want to cry in public.

I cry ugly tears, snot running down my nose. I'll be abandoned on this assignment and have to do everything on my own, just like I imagined.

As I lift my head, I hear a deep voice. "Fuck, am I late?"

I spring my head up immediately. Speak of the devil.

He closes the door, and I flinch. He struts in with a grin on his face, and I feel the redness on my face start to disappear.

I try to stand, but I'm glued to my seat. He walks over to me, sitting on the table right in front of me, and I bow my head.

"Come on, look at me," he says, raising my face toward him, and I look up at him, teary-eyed.

"Did I piss you off that much? You're crying." His voice comes out cautious and low, making my belly tingle. His hand is still placed on my cheek.

"You didn't," I wrench my face out of his hold. "We're partners for Mr Matthews' assignment, Zack," I say, remembering I'm angry at the handsome devil.

He laughs, almost mocking. If I were brave, I would have stood up. "Come on, Toy, that's not so bad."

I shake my head, but he comes closer to my seat, widening his legs with his hands clasped in front of him.

Heat pools between my legs at how close he's being, and I stifle a whimper. His lips brush against my ear, and he whispers, "You've been running from me, Toy, and now the odds have got us together. I'll pick you up tonight. I have a Halloween party to plan, and this project won't distract me."

He bites my ear, and I let out a whimper.

What have I gotten myself into?