° Amy's POV.° Maybe he was right… maybe this was my sin. But then again, sins always leave a mark. The morning light didn’t feel warm. It felt like judgment—peeking through the curtains, touching the bite on my collarbone, the bruises on my hips, and the fading flush still lingering on my chest. And Jeremy? Gone. No note, no scent, not even his usual cocky laugh that always echoed in the school's hallway. Just silence—and the stupid ache between my legs reminding me that last night after school actually happened. Yes, he had followed me home and we continued with our mistake. I sat up slowly, wrapping the sheets around me like they could shield me from the weight of my choices. My heart felt heavier than my limbs. We didn’t even talk. I let him ruin me—and I liked it. I practically begged for it. And now he’s gone, just like every other time he messed with a girl’s head. Except this time, it was me. The omega girl. The good one. The invisible one. I should’v
° Amy's POV.° "Well, you can pay me back this time for all that,” I sighed, as I peered into his eyes, lust and control fighting for a place in them. “You don't know what you're asking for,” He whispered, just below my right ear. “Then …show me,” I replied, as I bit my lower lip, scraping it up with my teeth as I looked at him with my needy eyes. His body pressed against mine, every inch of him, hard, warm, and impossibly close. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he dragged his belt free and let it fall to the floor with a soft, metallic clink. I giggled. Here I was, foolishly submitting to him without a good fight. “Look at you,” he murmured, with his gaze flickering down to where his hand disappeared under my skirt. “So wet… and all for me.” His fingers moved with precision, circling and dipping, teasing me until I was writhing on my desk, my breath ragged and hands gripping the edge of the desk like it was the only thing grounding me. “Please,” I whispered, v
Amy's POV ° We got to school as he pulled his car not so far from the garbage man. I huffed. Did he want to run the old man over? I had been silent through out the ride, watching him nod his head to the music that played from the car radio. At one time my feet tapped in rhythm, another time my fingers moved, but one thing was for sure…I hated that....the fact that my feet tapped and my fingers drummed against my thighs in the rhythm of the song. And the thought of what he was thinking, tortured my mind. What was he thinking? “Hope you enjoyed your ride,” He asked, as he took off his seat belt, before helping me with mine. “Ride? In here? With you?” I scoffed, as I threw the car door open without thinking twice, “Ouchhh!” I winced,as I slowly sat down back on the driver's seat, stealing a glance at him. I hated the confident smile on his face, I hated even his pretty face! “Someone forgot she sprained her ankle.” He said, singing it like a song. I avoided his gaze.
°Amy's POV°It took all my strength to keep my composure when I saw him again. How dare he show his face after everything I had told him? He stood there, grinning from ear to ear, as the tired driver sped off leaving a trail of dust, as he was already exhausted about the fact that I wasn't complying and then this…With a smug expression, he pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to me as if I was in desperate need of help from the dust. I scoffed loudly and slapped his hand away. “You don't give up easily, do you?” I shot back, folding my arms tightly across my chest. His chest rose and fell slowly, and a cheeky smile lingered across his lips, which only made me angrier.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he insisted, as he casually slipped the handkerchief back into his pocket, completely unmoved by my annoyance.“Hell yeah... how would you know?” I retorted, shrugging and turning away from him. I tried to leave him behind, but he wouldn’t quit, he kept following me like
° Amy's POV °I got home so exhausted, or maybe it was just the feeling of not spending the day right.I should have given him a punch on that slim pointed nose of his, and enjoy the satisfaction from watching him bleed.Everyone knew Jeremy would never date someone like me, I wasn't a nerd…maybe I was, or maybe not…Yeah I was a genius, so book centered that I didn't think of anything else other than books and online adventures, social media wasn't my kinda thing.I loved doing outdoors to be precise, but I hated parties, clubs…I didn't like going to prom either.Friends?I just talked to whoever wanted to say hello to me.Call me terrible, I know, but the truth is…life is a bit peaceful when you're alone.I sighed, dropping my bag on the table sluggishly.“How was school today?” My mother asked, her eyes fixed on what ever she kneaded.“Fine, fine. What are you making?” I asked her, not like I wasn't interested, but at least acting like I was made her confident, I noticed.“Mrs Smit
° Amy's POV °I guess Jake wasn't the all-nice guy after all. Here he sat opposite me at the small cafe table we picked, my Coke still half-finished, urging me to date his best friend. I scoffed, leaning back in my chair, my annoyance bubbling just beneath the surface.Pfft. Unbelievable jerk.“He's really into you, Amy. You just have to give him a chance,” Jake insisted, peering into my eyes as if trying to cast some sort of spell over me.I fluttered my lashes in disbelief, searching for any sign that he was joking. “Are you crazy? Jeremy has literally slept with almost every girl in school—he's not into me, Jake, he’s into my panties,” I said bluntly, putting a full stop to my point by downing the remaining Coke in one go, as I crumpled the empty container in my fist.“Trust me on this,” he pressed.“And why should I? Because you're a nice guy? No, I'm not falling for your tricks,” I replied firmly, nodding in disagreement. “This isn’t a trick, Amy. Unlike everyone else, Jeremy