Princess Erica McKenzie
I slouched my shoulders as I walked down the hallway of Beverly Dale high school, the last time I was here was when I was a kid. It has some memories I don't wish to revisit. My dad just made us move back in here because he wants to form a business partnership with Mr Hawk Andrews who used to be his brother, not blood.
I sighed heavily as I reached my locker, making sure to ignore the snickering voices and taunts. I wasn't going to let anyone get to me. I was literally expecting this as a new student, but they all don't have an idea of how bitchy I can be. I have had my own share of bullying people and I won't let anyone trample on me or even try to bully me. I scoffed loudly as I slammed my locker shut.
I walked towards a group of boys who are obviously in the basket ball team, their Jerseys gave them away. They were all in deep conversations and I caught a little bit of what they were discussing.
"I finally had a taste of Tessa's pussy yesterday." I heard one of them say.
"How was it?"
"She was so fucking tight, I could bang her all day."
"Was she a virgin?"
"I guess she is, but there was no blood."
"That means she was not a virgin. Too bad for you Ken. The bet was to fuck five virgins before the end of the week. You are far behind dude. You just have to look for one more virgin, maybe you can go for the new student. She might be a virgin."
I scoffed as I walked past them, douchebag should be inscribed on their foreheads. Boys like that should have a warning tag attached to them, so innocent girls wouldn't fall into their traps. I just feel bad for their next prey. I don't mind being the last virgin standing. I won't be opening my legs for any motherfucker with a tail in the middle.
The bell for the first period rang and everyone began to move. I smiled as I walked down the hallway. Today being my first day at Beverly Dale high school, I should make a first impression as soon as possible. I was unmoved by the whispers, they will realize I'm not someone they can mess with in a few days.
I had history class for first period and according to the map on my class schedule, it is three blocks after the locker room.
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I sauntered into the classroom, in a slow easy way with my head raised up. My signature confident walk has never gone unnoticed, I could feel eyes on me as I tried to locate an empty seat. I found one at the back of the class, I know it might be someone else's seat but I don't mind making it mine. I have a feeling I might fall with all the stares I was getting, and I don't want that. Having them see a weak side of me was going to ruin my days in this school. I just wanted to finish senior year and go off to college.
I sat down and crossed my legs, it didn't take a seconds before I sat down when three tall boys walked into the class. It was like the world got paused when I recognize one of the boys. The familiar sea blue eyes that bores into mine just the way I remember. My heart beat increased pace.
What was I even expecting, of course I would be seeing him. What a great change and difference. It's a miracle that I can still recognize him. Bryan Andrews the shy idiot who has always had a crush on me. Memories of what I did to him, the nasty things I said to him and the horrible pranks I played flashed through my mind.
How I called him grandpa for being the oldest in middle school. How I taunted Bryan, making him break his arms and emptying a jar of insects into his pants as I watched him scream in pain. I winced, shuddering as I remembered how those insects crawled on his genitals, stinging and biting as he screamed in pain.
They left Miranda after that incident and I saw them no more. Seeing Bryan looking so different made an odd feeling settle in the pits of my stomach. The braces were gone and I could see a tattoo creeping out of his arm. He didn't look like the Bryan I used to know, he was totally different and he looked so good. He is a definition of a drop dead gorgeous. His eyes roved over me for a seconds and he looked away like he didn't recognize me.
"What!" I muttered under my breath, I'm very sure he saw me but he totally ignored me. That was much expected because I am not someone he would want to be close with after all I did to him in the past.
Everyone believed Bryan was a dull boy that needed extra coachings since he kept repeating class. But he was only failing and acting dull because he wanted to be in the same class with me. His obsession with me made him keep failing his own exams not until he repeated countless classes and was brought to my class, everyone teased me and mocked me in middle school for being with the class dullard. I couldn't stand it so I had to join them in bullying him.
I remember calling him names and hurting him countless of times. I basically made his life miserable, and I'm very sure he hates me with so much passion. I chuckled softly as I watched him, but there was something else about him that can't go unnoticed. The dark aura around him. Why do I have a feeling Senior high was definitely going to be full of drama for me. Let's see if I can try sending Bryan Andrews, who knows he might still be obsessed with me.
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The moonlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting silver lines across Erica’s bedroom floor. She sat curled up on the edge of her bed, the quiet ticking of the clock behind her growing louder with every passing second.She hadn’t seen Bryan since that strange dinner with Elmer the woman whose presence still lingered like unwanted perfume. He hadn’t knocked on her door. He hadn’t sent her a message. And that silence screamed louder than anything else.Until now.A soft knock echoed.Her heart stopped. “Come in,” she whispered, barely trusting her voice.The door creaked open and Bryan stepped in, his hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets, his expression unreadable.Erica stood. “I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to speak to me again.”He didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he slowly shut the door behind him, locking them into that quiet little universe of theirs, one where past pain and present tension lived in uneasy harmony.“I thought about not coming,” he said. “I
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching the girl on the other side of the glass. Her eyes looked hollow. Her skin had lost its usual glow. She looked... scared. No, haunted. Like someone who knew a truth too heavy for her heart to carry.What are you doing, Erica? I asked myself silently.I splashed water on my face, hoping it would wash away the dizziness clinging to me since morning. It didn’t. The nausea still lingered, curling deep in my stomach like a warning I didn’t want to understand.I walked back to my bed and collapsed onto it. My phone buzzed. A message. I grabbed it half-heartedly and glanced at the screen.Tiffany Andrews: Hey, Erica. I’ll be back in Beverly Dale this weekend. Let’s talk when I get in?My heart skipped. Tiffany? We hadn’t talked since I moved in. And now, all of a sudden, she wanted to talk? My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but I didn’t reply. Not yet.Something about the timing unsettled me. Ever since Elmer came into the picture, everyth
I slouched my shoulders as I walked down the hallway of the school, Bryan left the house before. It's not like I am bothered but I just couldn't help the feeling that there was something off about it.I could feel eyes on me as I walked, I immediately turned to the girls bathroom, luckily it was empty. I took a deep breath, trying to relax, suddenly the door opened and slammed shut, I turned around to face Bruno, Malik and Adam, Bryan's friend."What do you guys want?" I whispered as fear washed over me."Who is taking her first?" Malik asked."I'm going first," Bruno replied as he began to unzip his trouser.My eyes widened as I realized what was about to open, I began to look around for an object I could use to defend myself but I couldn't find anything."Don't come any closer!" I yelled at Adam.I couldn't fight the three of them, three against one isn't a good idea."Get the camera ready," Bruno commanded, strong arms grabbed me and began to pull at my clothes, I get hit for as m
EricaI couldn't believe what I was seeing. Elmer, the woman who had been flirting with Bryan all evening, was now sitting on his bed, laughing and chatting with him like they were old friends. I felt a surge of jealousy and possessiveness, which I tried to push down. After all, Bryan and I weren't exclusive, and I had no right to claim him.But as I watched them together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Elmer seemed to be getting too close, too comfortable. And Bryan, usually so attentive and focused on me, was barely acknowledging my presence."Hey, Erica," he said, finally noticing me standing there. "What's up?""I was just... wondering if I could talk to you for a minute," I replied, trying to sound casual.Bryan raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Sure, what's on your mind?"I hesitated, unsure of how to phrase my concerns. "It's just... Elmer. I don't like her being here, around you."Bryan chuckled. "Oh, Erica. You're not jealous, are you?"I felt a flush rise to my che
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Erica's body was alive with sensation as I explored her with my hands and mouth. The heat between us grew, and soon we were fully engaged in the moment, giving in to our primal urges. As we moved together, I felt a sense of surrender, letting go of all my inhibitions and just enjoying the feeling of touching her skin, the hardened nipples.It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I was surprised at how much I wanted her. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a deep connection that went beyond words. We moved together, our bodies becoming one, I felt a sense of completeness that I had never known before.As we lay together, spent and satisfied, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that what we had shared was something special, something that went beyond just a physical connection. But at the same time, I knew that there were still many questions that needed to be answered.As I lay there, with Erica snuggled up against my chest, I wondered what the fut