Today was coming to an end and I just can't wait for the final bell. I'm exhausted from all the unfortunate run-ins with the Alpha-Princes. I'll give anything not to see them in school for the remaining months.
I just finished stacking away the damaged seat and I'm going through my timetable. Two more classes and I'm done for the day. The next class is the Gym class. I panic, going over the timetable like there has just been a mistake.
It reads the same thing, GYM CLASS. My knees weaken and I slump against my locker. My eyes shut briefly as I try to calm my nerves.
Just breathe, Emily. It's gonna be alright. Take a deep, deep…fuck! There's nothing I can do to ease my fears. GYM CLASS is the home of the real devil. I'm going to get burnt if I walk in there.
If only I could skip it. But that's gonna get me expelled. The school makes GYM CLASS compulsory for weaker Lycans like me. They think we need the heat to strengthen our Lycans. So there's no way I can skip it. I should just start kowtowing to the heavens for the repose of my soul.
I grab my GYM outfit and head to the restroom to get changed. I get into one of the cubicles. Footsteps screech on the floor and heavy breathing rasps out.
The door of the cubicle next to mine opens with a thud and voices start coming from inside it.
“God, you so wet,“ Larry's husky voice resounds in my ear. “I'm sorry I kept you waiting,“
I pause. Is that…Larry?
“It's okay. You here now,“ A female voice giggles, “I wanna go down on you,“ she breathes out.
“Not until I've eaten you out,“ Then a slurping sound follows, and the female shrieks out, “God, Miley. You taste amazing,“
“More than Evelyn does?”
“She has nothing on you, love. You incredible,” Then the slurping sound came again and her shrieks filled the restroom.
I tiptoe out so as not to get caught. Once in the hallway, I stop to replay what just happened back there in my head.
Larry is cheating on Evelyn? With Miley. Miley Evans. She's supposed to be Evelyn's best friend! How could she go after Larry?
My walk to the Gym was sullen as I'm lost in thoughts. Evelyn might not be the greatest soul out there. But did she deserve such betrayal? Maybe she does, maybe this was Karma. Or maybe…
My thoughts elude me at the figure in front of me. Clocks stop ticking. I keep gulping down my saliva as I'm lost ogling at him.
Lucas Johnson. The first of the quadruplets. He has the ball and is dribbling the guys with ease and then he makes an epic score into the hoop.
A crazy uproar goes off and I am painfully aware of his million fangirls that are flooded in the gym hall. They all have placards with his name scribbled on them and they're waving them in the air.
It's just practice, but they don't seem to mind. I don't blame them. Lucas is worth the attention and more.
He makes a peace sign and fist-bumps his teammates. None of his brothers are here. It's just him and the basketball team. He's the MVP and Captain of the basketball team, football team, and soccer.
His fangirls go wild as he blows a kiss at them. Their piercing shrieks are endless. Some are even falling to the floor.
Lucas Johnson is the devil who runs the Gym but he's also a fucking god of sports. He is good at anything that has to do with a ball and making a score. He's led the school through numerous victories. Engaged in lots of competitions. Has a lot of trophies in his name. Quite a lot of accomplishments for someone his age.
But that's just the only good thing about him. In reality, Lucas Johnson is a jerk, conceited, self-absorbed, and a narcissistic royal ass. He remains the reason why his brothers don't ever wanna let me be.
His sleek dark hair bounces off his shoulders as he sprints to the other end of the court. He grabs a bottle of water and sips it. Then pours a bit over his hair, and that single act sends the fangirls into a frenzy.
The grin on his face shows just how much he loves the spotlight. Lucas hates being second to anyone. He does anything to have all the attention. He's that way with everyone, even his brothers. And they seem to understand and always leave the spotlight for him. Maybe it's 'cause he's older, or they just can't go against him.
Lucas Johnson remains the Lord of the 'Johnsons'. He is notorious for his dark ways to get pleasure. He's a fucking sadist but his victims never really call him out. They are scared of him and that makes them bottle up the pain. Or they got too much pleasure that makes the pain worth it. Or it might be the infamous issue of not being able to identify them. I have no idea. But most times, he leaves them with scars that never heal, and mars them for life, without remorse. Makes it unbelievable that ladies still crawl to him.
The most unbelievable thing is the fact that my stupid heart still races a thousand miles at the sight of him.
Hate to admit it, but Lucas Johnson is my childhood crush. Back when they didn't bully me and I never said as much as a 'hello' to them. I always see him from a distance, and he manages to take my breath away each time.
That's why I felt like dying when he began to bully me. It hurts to have your crush treating you in such a trashy way.
But the sick fact remains that Lucas Johnson still takes my breath away. I might not be head over heels for him. But he's got a teeny bit of my heart, the part I gave to him when I was still young and dreamy.
“Johnson! Come over here. Let me talk to you for a bit," the coach yells to him. He sprints over to the coach, and they walk to a corner.
I take slow steps heading to the volleyball pitch. It's the sport I find less strenuous. But sometimes, I get too clumsy and fall into the net. Still, I'd rather botch my ass off in volleyball than any other sport
A few girls were already tossing the ball over the net. They snarl at me as they see me heading to them. I lower my gaze and just keep walking.
“Hey, Emily!“ A voice yells and I look up. I gasp at the ball coming with speed. I'm not able to avoid it so it hits right on my face.
I fall to the ground at the hard impact, covering my face with my hands. It hurts a lot.
Snickerings come from all sides and it only triggers my tears. I feel a warm liquid on my face. I trace my finger on it and I'm shocked to see my blood.
“Someone take her to the clinic!“ The coach yells, but no one budges an inch.
I try to get up but my head is pinned to the ground by a hard grip on my hair. I cried out, struggling to free myself. The grip tightens, rubbing my face on the ground.
“Stay down. I don't wanna see your goddamn face,“ It's Lucas. He's the one who threw the ball, now he's here to finish me off.
“Please,“ I sob, tired of trying to break free. I am totally at his mercy right now. Why does he have to be so cruel?
“Don't do that. It takes the fun out. I love it when my victims try to put up a fight,“ He mocks.
“Yo! Johnson!” A random voice calls, probably one of his teammates, “It's time to play!“
“Be right there,“ Lucas replies. Then luckily, he leaves my hair. “Go clean yourself up. And try to stay the fuck out of my sight.“
I nodded vehemently. He stands and walks away, but I'm still lying there crying my eyes out.
Today turns out to be just like every other day I've had here. Just how much longer do I have to be bullied by the Alpha-Princes?
