Chapter Two

DAKODA

I dream of the three boys by the ocean, their beauty surpassing my memory. The blonde boy with shoulder-length hair, dark blue eyes, and a cocky smile that exudes confidence. A smile that suggests he can easily seduce any girl.

Oh my god, his hands are enormous. The other two boys are equally stunning, both with dark hair. One is darker than the rest, with stubble on his chin that I could play with for days. The other, slightly smaller in build, possesses a face like an angel.

They approach me with a certain look in their eyes and matching mischievous grins. I instinctively back away until I stumble into a hole.

I wake up to their laughter and pointing, mocking me, telling me I don't belong here and should go back to wherever I came from.

When I check the time on the clock, frustration overwhelms me, and I slam my fist into the covers. I drag myself out of bed and prepare to face my first day at a new school.

Once dressed and having breakfast, I head out the door and climb into my car. I take a deep breath and drive to the school.

Upon arriving, I easily locate the front office. The school is surprisingly small. I step out of the car and enter the school with more confidence than I truly possess.

"Good morning, sweetheart," a kind, gray-haired woman greets me, her glasses slightly too big for her face.

"Good morning. My name is Dakoda Savage."

"Oh, yes, the new transfer this year. Let's get you all set up for your classes today. Your parents have already filled out the paperwork, so all we need to do is get you your schedule. The good news is, you've arrived early enough to sign up for some of the sports we offer here at Maui High. Alternatively, we have a wonderful drama club."

I simply smile at her, knowing that sports and drama aren't my cup of tea, recalling what my mom said about Drama Saturday.

"Um, I'm not sure if that's my thing," I tell the sweet lady.

I receive my schedule and head to my first classroom, which happens to be P.E. First thing in the morning. "Really? Who has P.E. this early?" I walk in and hand my paper to the coach for her signature, silently praying she won't make me introduce myself to everyone. Luckily, she just signs my paper and instructs me to take a seat.

I arrived at the perfect time. They're just starting basketball, so the coach is explaining the rules. That class goes by fairly quickly, and it's time for my next class, Biology.

Unfortunately, I'm not as fortunate with introductions this time. Mrs. Dunham makes me stand in front of everyone and share my name and where I'm from. Once I finish, she seats me next to a friendly girl named McKenzie.

"Sucks being the new girl, huh?" McKenzie asks.

"Yes, it does."

"So, what brings you to Hawaii, of all places?"

"My parents' jobs."

"Well then, let's see if we have any more classes together. I'll adopt you as my new friend."

"Oh, will you now?" I chuckle.

"Yes, ma'am."

We chat for a few more minutes before the teacher calls the class to order. It turns out we have the next three classes together, so McKenzie walks with me to lunch.

We grab our food and join a group of people to sit with. It's clear that one of them is McKenzie's boyfriend, as he pulls her close and kisses her passionately in front of everyone.

As I sit down, I notice a group of attractive guys across from us, and my face drains of color. I recognize them instantly. They're the same guys from my dream who were mean to me at the beach.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath, and McKenzie hears me.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"The guys over there don't seem to like me very much. I ran into them at the beach yesterday, and they made it clear that I don't belong here. I may have punched one in the throat and kicked the other in the balls."

"Good for you! Those assholes think they own the school just because they're some big-shot surfers."

"Really?" I turn my head to look at them again, and this time all three of them are glaring at me.

Fuck.

"Relax, those assholes are all talk and no action," McKenzie reassures me. But before I can fully calm down, a tall figure looms over us. Suddenly, I'm yanked out of my chair and forced to face the three beautiful guys who look like they want to kill me.

"Didn't we tell you we don't want you here, haole?" the tallest, darkest one of the three says.

"Yes, but I believe I told you to fuck off," I let my tongue get the better of me, which was a huge mistake.

"Korey Kahi, don't you dare," McKenzie warns.

I hear her words as the blonde one grins down at me, then he throws me over his shoulder.

"You really shouldn't have said that, sweetheart."

"I'm not your sweetheart, asshole."

I hear chuckling behind me and glance up to see the other two right on our heels, holding McKenzie back. We manage to leave the cafeteria and enter an empty classroom before the one McKenzie called Korey sets me down.

"What the fuck? You asshole," I shove him.

He shoves me back, and I collide with a solid body, preventing me from falling on my ass. The smaller one with black hair and pitch-black eyes wraps his arms around me before I can stumble.

"Be careful, sweetheart. We wouldn't want you to fall and hurt that pretty ass of yours, now would we?" he teases.

"Awe! You act like you care."

"Kasey, she thinks we have feelings," Korey says, chuckling into my hair, which oddly arouses me.

"Gage, you've been awfully quiet over there. What do you think? Do we care?"

"Fuck no, we just want to fuck the shit out of her and then send her pretty little ass back to wherever she came from."

I struggle to break free from Kasey's hold, but he tightens his grip, and Korey pins me from the front.

"What the actual hell?" I mutter to myself.

I need to escape this situation. I can't let these guys continue to treat me like this.

Finally, the bell signaling the end of lunch rings, and I seize the opportunity to sprint to my next class.

As I rush through the crowded hallways, my heart pounds in my chest. I can still hear their mocking laughter echoing in my ears. I can't let them get to me anymore. I need to find a way out of this toxic environment.

I reach my next class and quickly slip into my seat, trying to catch my breath. The teacher begins the lesson, but my mind is elsewhere. I can't focus on the material when I'm constantly on edge, waiting for the next insult or humiliation.

After what feels like an eternity, the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. I gather my things and make a beeline for the exit, determined to put as much distance between myself and those bullies as possible.

As I step outside, the fresh air hits me, providing a momentary relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside the school. I take a deep breath and remind myself that I deserve better than this. I deserve to be treated with respect and kindness.

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That night, my mind is consumed by thoughts of what the three guys did to me in the classroom during lunchtime. Jax has never come close to making me feel that way just by touching me.

I need to keep those guys away from me. They're nothing but trouble.

But damn, just thinking about their hands on me gets me wet again.

I remember Kasey's hard cock pushing into my back, Korey's at my front, and their friend Gage at my side as they ran their hands all over my body.

When the bell rang, I managed to escape their hold and run to my next class. Unfortunately, they have the same four classes as me.

My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. I check the caller ID and see that it's Jax.

"Hello," I answer.

"Hey babe, how was your first day of school?" Jax asks.

"Horrible," I respond.

"Awe, babe, tell me all about it."

"The kids here hate outsiders and they tried making my first day a living hell. But I pushed through, which made those three guys even angrier. They're in some surfing club and think they're gods or something."

"Well, play them at their own game. Show them you're no pushover. You surfed the other day, right? And you used to surf with your grandpa when he lived down there."

"Yeah, where are you going with this, Jax?"

"Well, show them up. Show them you're just as good at surfing as they are. Maybe they'll back off a little. And if that doesn't work, kick their asses like we know you can."

"Haha, that's actually a great idea. But I have a feeling it's going to come down to me beating some ass before it's over with," I tell him.

"Anyway, Brittany is here to work on our project, so I'll talk to you tomorrow." Jax hangs up without saying goodbye or that he loves me.

Something feels off, and I suspect it has to do with Brittany, but I push that thought aside and focus on my schoolwork. The teachers don't care that I'm new or that I'm from another country. They've piled me up with homework that's supposed to last the whole year, expecting me to finish it by the end of the week. Ugh, I better get started if I want to see the light of day soon.

Thirty minutes later, my phone buzzes again. I assume it's Jax apologizing for being short with me, but it's an unknown number. My heart races as I read the text message.

I immediately recognize it as one of the three guys who have been tormenting me since I arrived in town.

Unknown: I'd think about going back to where I came from, haole. If you know what's good for you.

Me: 🖕

Okay, maybe I'm being a little petty, but I refuse to let them think they're getting to me.

I don't understand those guys. They couldn't keep their hands off me in the classroom, and they were just as turned on as I was, but they were saying mean things to me the whole time. Who's the weird one in this story? Me or them? I should have hated every touch, but I was so turned on that if the bell hadn't interrupted, I might have come right there.

Unknown: In your dreams, princess.

Ugh, I'm not giving him or them the satisfaction of responding to that. So, I go back to my homework. But my phone rings with an unknown number. Should I answer it or let it ring?

Against my better judgment, I answer.

"Hello," I say cautiously.

"Hello," a female voice responds. "It's me, McKenzie. I was just calling to check up on you after today."

I assure her that I'm fine, but I'm puzzled about how everyone seems to have my number when I haven't shared it with anyone.

"My mom gave it to me. I hope you don't mind. She's the principal of our school."

"I don't have a problem with you having it, but those mean guys somehow got it too."

"Unfortunately, they have their ways of getting shit."

"Ugh, this is going to be the longest year of my life."

"Look on the bright side, it's almost over," McKenzie unhelpfully retorts.

I roll my eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school. Thanks for calling and checking up on me. I really appreciate it, but I still have a ton of homework to finish."

"Okay, see you in the morning. Bye, Dakoda."

"Bye."

A little while later, I hear my parents come home from work, and my stomach growls. I head downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hey mom, dad," I greet them as I round the corner.

"Hello, sweetheart," my mom says.

"Afternoon, princess," my dad says, and thoughts of the three assholes pop into my head.

I ignore the thoughts and join my mom in the kitchen as she takes out the takeout from the bag. Cooking used to be something my sister and I loved doing together after school, but it's hard to start again without her. I miss doing things with her every day.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" my mom asks, kissing my forehead when I rest it on her shoulder.

"It was okay. I met a really nice girl named McKenzie, but everyone else stayed away and stared at me."

"Okay, so I don't want to hear about the three assholes," my dad says.

"They'll come around, princess," my mom adds.

"I know, dad. It's just weird doing this all by myself."

"We know," my parents say simultaneously.

"Anyway, enough about my boring day. How was yours?" I ask them.

"Mine was pretty wonderful," my dad says, and my mom rolls her eyes at him.

"What about you, mom?"

"Well, it was kind of like being the new kid at school again. Getting all the looks and having that one person brave enough to talk to you at lunchtime."

"Sounds great," I sarcastically reply.

She laughs. "Yeah."

"So, what are we having for dinner?" I ask, my stomach growling for the third time.

"Chinese, your favorite."

"Yum yum."

After dinner, I go back upstairs to continue working on my schoolwork. But I can't get into it, so I grab my phone and check I*******m to see everyone's new posts. And fuck me if I don't come across a post of Brittany all over Jax at a party happening on a school night.

"Whoa! Just fucking whoa." I knew something was off with my boyfriend, but I never expected him and my so-called bestie to flaunt it so soon after I left. I'm furious as I text him, calling him every name in the book. Then I turn off my phone and bury myself in my homework. It's dark outside when I finally lift my head from my books.

I glance at the clock, and it's already midnight. Holy shit, I need to get to bed.

I shower and crawl into bed, turning off all the lights as I drift off to sleep. But my mind is still racing with thoughts of Jax and Brittany. How could they betray me like this? I thought I could trust them both.

As I lay there, my anger turns into sadness. I feel a deep ache in my chest, a sense of loss and betrayal. I thought Jax was different, that he truly cared about me. And Brittany, she was supposed to be my best friend. How could they do this to me?

Tears start to well up in my eyes, and I bury my face in my pillow to muffle my sobs. It feels like my whole world is falling apart. I feel so alone, so abandoned.

But then, amidst the pain, a surge of anger rises within me. I refuse to let them break me. I won't let their actions define me or determine my worth. I am stronger than this.

I wipe away my tears and take a deep breath. I need to focus on myself, on rebuilding my life without them. I won't let their betrayal consume me.

Subsequently, I power down my phone and immerse myself in my homework. When I finally resurface from my books, darkness has enveloped the outside world.

Glancing at my clock, I am startled to see it displaying midnight. Goodness, I should probably head to bed now.

I take a shower and slip into bed, extinguishing all the lights along the way.

Drifting off to sleep happens swiftly, but it doesn't last long as I find myself once again dreaming about the three unpleasant goddesses from my new school. I abruptly sit up, drenched in a cold sweat. What is happening to me? Not only do they treat me poorly, but it's inconceivable that I could be attracted to even one of them, let alone all three.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This attraction is confusing and unsettling. How could I be drawn to people who have shown me nothing but disdain? It's as if there's some kind of spell or enchantment clouding my judgment.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Maybe it's just a passing phase, a result of the stress and unfamiliarity of my new school. I remind myself that I deserve better than to be treated poorly by anyone, regardless of their appearance or supposed status.

With that in mind, I resolve to focus on my own well-being and personal growth. I won't let these feelings distract me from my goals and values. I will continue to work hard, make new friends, and surround myself with people who appreciate and respect me.

As I lay back down, I try to push the thoughts of the three goddesses out of my mind. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, willing myself to drift off to sleep once again. Hopefully, with time, these confusing feelings will fade away, and I can find peace and contentment in my new school.