Lydia's POVI struggled to make it to English class, I was tired and my body was heavy with all those twisted emotions. The hallway was full of voices of people talking, laughter, and the closing of their lockers but it turned into noise as I made my way to Room 204.My hands tightened around the strap of my bag, knuckles aching. My skirt rubbed against the sore spots on my hips, reminding me of how his hands pinned me down and the marks he had left on me. Under my sweatshirt, my skin felt too warm, like my body still remembered the shape of him, the way he pushed me back into that couch and took me slowly, piece by piece.I didn't sleep.I rolled and turned till dawn, sheets tangled around my ankles, the scent of him still held tightly in the handkerchief that I stole like some lovesick fool. I dreamt of how he groaned against me, how he said my name in that guttural tone, how he kissed me like he can't get enough.Now I had to sit across from him for fifty minutes and act. Act like
Lydia's POVI got to Mr. Hales office at around 6:05 p.m, my heart pounding like a crazed, wild drum against my ribcage. The school was empty and quiet except for the distant sound of a vending machine down the corridor. I slid the door shut behind me, heart thudding when the lock clicked into place.He was already waiting leaning against his desk, his tie loose, sleeves rolled up high on his forearms, every inch of him screaming sin and when his eyes met mine, my knees almost gave out."Lock it." His voice was low and firm.I obeyed without thinking, clicking the deadbolt into place. Night two of our deal. My thighs clenched as I recalled all that happened last night. The marks he left on my skin and the ache I still felt between my legs.I took time dressing up for him tonight and I ended up choosing a tight black skirt, slutty short, barely covering the marks on my body, along with a thin sweater that clung tightly to my body. My lips shone cherry red, looking sweet and inviting.H
Lydia's POVI ran out through the side door of the school, cool night air hitting my hot face. My legs were not stable and they were shaky like I had just run a marathon or been fucked into next week. I was sensitive to everything. Sensitive to the sensation of my skirt clinging to my thighs, sticky with him. His cum and my sweat. My aching wrists where his tie had bound them together.I put a hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat. It wouldn’t stop racing at the thought that someone could have heard us, heard what I have become in the span of a few nights. The memory of his growl echoed in my head. “My good little slut.”I shivered and closed my eyes, wishing that ignoring it would take it off my mind. But I was wrong. Night two, and already I was in ruins for him. The mere thought of it disgusted me and I wanted it again, the way I hadn't the first time.I reached my car, and my phone was vibrating in my pocket. I felt around for it, my fingers numb, my breathing still harsh. His n
Emily's POVI strode into school on Tuesday morning, Chloe and Alexa trailing behind me like the good little lapdogs they were. As always, everyone parted as I approached the hallway. There was nervous glances from some of the students, whispers, the usual adoration. I'm used to all of it but today was different.The halls didn't feel right.I chewed my gum slowly, scanning the crowd for a particular figure. But again, No Lydia Martins. Her nerdy little figure was missing from the crowd again. No target to push or tease as usual.Huh. I tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder, my smile growing. Maybe she has finally lost it. She is probably too humiliated to show herself after that video of her went virall.But I knew better.Lydia was up to something these days.By third period, the thought was eating away at me. I leaned against my locker, tapping my boots on the floor, replaying yesterday over and over. She came late to biology class with bags under her eyes and not her usual perfe
Derek's POVI leaned against my desk. The school was quiet as it was past closing hours and I sigh as I glanced at the wall clock for the umpteenth time. She should be here by now.Night three of this twisted little game, and I was already in too deep. I just can't seem to get enough of her body no matter how hard I tried. The day had dragged, each second stretching, my patience declining by the minute and I knew I won't be okay until she's here. I was excitedly waiting for her already, as I know she's going to be here very soon. Lo, there was a creak at the door.My head jerked up almost instantly, and when I looked up, I saw her standing there, looking even more gorgeous than ever. Her cute red lips were parted and glossed, her green eyes illuminating, behind her glasses, and her short black skirt, perfectly sized, barely touching her thighs. She doesn't even hide that she had come dressed to seduce me. But this time, I noticed something else besides lust."You are late" I informed
Derek's POVI leaned back in my chair, massaging the bridge of my nose as I tried to catch my breath. My chest rose and fell in heavy gasps, my body still shaky from what had just happened. Even though she left few minutes ago, her scent still lingered in the air and I could still feel the raw burning heat of her dripping onto my desk.The papers on my desk were still crumpled from when she clenched them in her fists. My chair was moved back, the entire room was messy. And me? I wasn't any better. Three nights in, and she had me trapped.I ran a hand across my face, trying to calm the storm that raged within me. My hand continued to ache from spanking her, my dick was still hard and my head was a mess. Her expression when she left my office nearly destroyed me. The way she caught her breath and the way she moaned my name on her lips almost like she was saying a prayer.I wanted her again and earlier I had to control myself back and not pull her back through that door, bend her over th
Lydia's POVThe school was as quiet as a graveyard, the air filled with dust and the smell of old books. My pulse thundered as I walked in the empty hall, towards his office.Night four.I should have been afraid, should have headed the other way. But my legs was still on fire from last night's intimate session, the pain still fresh in a way that left me clenching them shut all day long. Every time I shifted around in my chair at school, I could still feel the lingering heat, the pain of bruised muscle, the recollection of what he had done to me.All that I had asked him for. And I was coming back for more. I got to his door and I held my breath as my fingers caressed the door handle. I knew he was waiting in there. Knew that he has waited all day long, just like I did. That space between us crackled even when we weren't near one another, and now, that space was getting smaller.I did not need to knock this time. I just went in, shutting the door behind me.He was already waiting lea
Emily's POVI slammed my locker shut, the noise echoing down the hallway. Chloe jumped, nearly throwing away her phone, but Alexa leaned against the wall, smirking as if she got no care in the world.Students rushed past laughing, yelling, slamming their own lockers but my focus was on her.Lydia Martins.She was on the other side of the hall, stuffing her books into her backpack. Her glasses slipped down her nose and she shoved it up with one finger, but something was off. She wasn't cowering like usual. Her back was straight. She held her head up. And when she zipped her backpack, her lips curved slightly like she just won something.I clenched my fists in anger, fingernails piercing my palms as I ground my gum between my teeth. Two nights ago, I watched her climb into his car. My Mr. Hales. Her skirt rode up her thigh as she slid into the front seat, and he hadn't told her to pull it down. The engine roared, and they disappeared into the night, car lights burning into my mind. That
Lydia's POVI stood against my locker, tracing my finger along the scratch that I made near the top last week when I've been rushing to get to English class. There was just so much noise in the hallway today. The slamming of the lockers, the laughter from the popular kids, and Principal Beatrice's voice sounding through the speaker in the hallway as she welcomed all of us to a new week in school. It was as if all the sounds were going to choke me.I held my notebook tightly against my body. My hands were still trembling. I haven't seen Emily since the party, and my chest tightened at the thought of what she was plotting next. I did everything she'd demanded. I haven't said anything about what happened that night. I hadn't even looked at Derek since. Wasn't that enough?I tucked a piece of my hair back behind my ear and shut my locker quietly. I took a deep breath and headed to class.Mr. Derek's class.My heart started racing the moment I walked in.I haven't laid eyes on him either s
Derek's POVHours later, I parked my car just a few blocks away from the party and sat inside. I couldn't bring myself to leave. The music sounded so loud in the distance and each beat thugged at my heartstring.I hate the fact that she's still inside laughing and smiling and probably still dancing with that guy from earlier. I don't like to see her struggle so hard to be okay, to fit into a world that would never understand her and protect her like I want to.Minutes later, the front door creaked open and Lydia staggered out, with Jess half dragging her. Her arm was thrown over Jess's shoulder, and her head hung down. She wasn't drunk. Not really. I knew her well enough to see past that. She was tired. Perhaps from all that dancing at the party.Jess shoved her gently into the passenger seat and drove off. And I followed them every step of the way.After dropping Lydia off, Jess said bye and left. I did not drive away. I just sat there staring at her shadow through the windows. My ha
Derek's POVAs I sat at my desk, staring at the stack of papers to mark, I couldn't help thinking about anything else other thanLydia.It was pathetic, really. A man my age, being this disturbed about a teenage girl who barely throw a glance in my way these days. Ever since she screamed at me to leave her alone, she had been ignoring me like I was a piece of paper. No smiles and no lingering glances. Just ice cold silence.And I deserved it. I know that. I let this happen by letting things get too far between us. But the way she looked at me sometimes in class while I was teaching, it said otherwise.She did miss me too. She just wouldn't admit it.I sat back in my chair, raking a hand through my hair in frustration. God, what's wrong with me? I'm losing my mind.After school hours, I saw her walking across the school parking lot. Jess accompanied her, and she was laughing lightly at something she said as they walked to her car. I shouldn't have followed them. I know that. But I did.
Lydia's POVThe bass from the speakers shook the floor as I walked into Evan's party. There were flashes of colored lights in every corner, bathing everyone in blue and purple light. The room was packed with kids from our school, some from schools nearby, and even some older kids that I have never seen before. Most of them were dancing and those that are not were playing drinking games at another corner of the room. It was loud, chaotic and alive. Much better than I expected.Jess's grip on my hand tightened. "Welcome to freedom, nerd princess." she said, yelling over the music.I laughed, feeling the tension in my chest ease a little. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.Jess pulled me towards the kitchen where drinks were laid out on a table. There was sodas, cups, and an obviously spiked punch bowl lined side by side. She poured herself a cup and poured me one too."I’m your bodyguard tonight. No creeps allowed." I took a slow sip of the drink. It tasted suspiciously sweet — too sweet.
Lydia's POVI sat on my bed staring into space instead of the book in front of me. I've stopped reading for a while. The words blurred together, forming meaningless sentences and I couldn't focus, no matter how hard I tried to.For several days now, Jess had tried to reach out to me, and I ignored her every single time. I haven't been able to shake off the guilt that I was a bad friend to her. It's so unfair and she doesn't deserve that, especially not when she's just trying to be nice.A knock sounded on my door jolting me out of my thoughts. I quickly dried my hands on my jeans and said to the person at the door. "Come in."Jess stuck her head slightly through the door with a mischievous grin on her face. Her hair was packed into a messy bun and her giant sweatshirt slipped off her right shoulder. She looked so hot."Hey, are you busy?" she said as she moved further into the room.I closed the book, pretending I had been reading. "Yeah," I said, sitting up a bit straighter.Jess wal
Lydia's POVI stared at the cold, untouched plate of food on the table in front of me, paying little attention to the loud noise coming from the students in the cafeteria. My hunger was long gone. In fact, it has been for days now.In the corner of the room behind me, I heard Emily laughing at something Chloe whispered into her ear. Alexa flipped her hair and did the same.I kept my head down wishing I could dissapear. It is not the laughing. It is not just that. It was their glance that lingered at my back wherever I went.I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text. The sender is Chloe. I didn't bother to open it. I knew better. They probably took funny pictures of me again.I drew my lips into a thin line and looked away, returning my phone back into my pocket. "Just breathe, Lydia. Just breathe." I tried telling myself."Hey," A soft voice sounded behind me jolting me back to the present.I lifted my chin and looked up. Jess stood in front of my table, wav
Derek's POVThe moment I found out about the truth from Chloe, guilt weighed heavily on me.This is all my fault. Lydia is going through all this because of me.I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and started pacing the hallway waiting for Emily–the queen bee. The devil wearing a designer blazer and a short skirt.I took a quick glance at my watch. Classes were almost over. If I'm lucky, I would find her alone. I stepped away from the wall and took long strides down the corridor, my shoes echoing on the marble floor.***I did not have to search hard. I saw her outside, leaning against the science block, with a cigarette in her hand.She was giggling at something on her phone screen and I clenched my fists. She looked so innocent from a distance. If only the world knew what venom she had behind that perfect smile. I walked towards her, keeping my expression blank."Emily" I called out.She looked up sharply, her blue eyes lighting up in an instant. She tilted her head and smiled i
Derek's POVI watched as the parking lot emptied out. Students ran towards the gates as if their lives depended on it, laughing and screaming at one another.Lydia came out of the building. Her eyes was swollen like she had been crying and her usually pink lips looked pale. I saw how she tightened her grip on the books in her hands and how she flinched whenever someone walked past her.Emily walked behind her with her head held up high and Chloe and Alexa bringing up the rear like loyal soldiers.I clenched my teeth in anger. They don't even try to hide that they're using Lydia anymore. Lydia was carrying Chloe's gym bag, Alexa's schoolbooks, and Emily's annoying designer bag. All at once. Like a damn luggage carrier.And nobody seem to care. Nobody. They all stared at her without utter a word. The rumor that Emily has the whole school in her palm all made sense now. 
Derek's POVI stood against the doorframe with my arms folded behind me. As I watched the students walk past me in the hallway, I searched for one person in the crowd.Lydia Martins.I finally found her near the lockers, dragging her feet like she was carrying the whole world on her fragile shoulders. Her backpack hung loosely over her left shoulder, her uniform was in disarray, and her hair was a mess as if she didn't even take the time to brush it.But that was not all. She walked after Emily, Chloe, and Alexa, carrying their bags. Not one, not two but three backpacks.I found myself raising an eyebrow.They laughed and walked ahead of her, tossing their hair back not minding Lydia who was struggling to carry the bags. She looked like some kind of personal maid.Something pulled taut in my chest and I left my position and struggled through the crowd to catch up with her."Lydia" I shouted when I reached her. She heard but refused to slow down. "Lydia" I shouted again, this time loud