Being the Bad Boy's Victim (5 page)

Complaints and cheers echoed around the gym as the group separated on either side of the court.

“And go!” he yelled, blowing his whistle loudly.

I let out a tribal cry and charged towards the mountain of rubber balls. At the corner of my eye, I saw James hurl a ball at a small girl, causing her to crash down to the ground with a painful thud.

I let out a scream, made a U-turn, and headed to the back of the gym where I could ensure my safety.

Unfortunately, my plan bit me in the ass when I came to the realization that I was the only one left standing on my team.

“Come on, Bella! Do something!” Anna screamed from the sidelines.

I looked at my competition, anxiety pooling in the pit of my stomach as I latched eyes on Matt, a random jock, and Connor. 
I’m screwed.

Well, here goes nothing. I picked up the ball next to me, and then another. Balancing them on each hand, I ran full speed, and then threw them towards Matt and the jock.

Two resounding slams echoed across the gym, which was followed by a series of profanities that spilled from Matt and the jock’s lips.

Cheers erupted all over the gym while I happily jumped up and down. I hit them both! The seemingly improbable idea that I could possibly win was dancing around in my head when I felt a hard object slam onto my chest and knock the air out of my lungs. I flew backwards at the impact, slamming my head on the ground as I collapsed.

“And that’s game!” roared Mr. MacDonald. “Boys win!”

I sat up to see all the guys high-fiving Connor. He turned and looked down at me, with that awful smirk etched across his face. Well actually, forget it, let’s just be honest. He looked so hot with that smirk.

“Bella! Are you okay?” Claire asked, leaning over me.

I gave a weak smile and stood up with her help.

A few minutes later

Just as I was walking to the locker room, I heard laughter erupt from behind me. Curious, I turned to look and saw James and Matt laughing at something that Connor was showing them on his phone. When they both noticed I was staring, they winked and disappeared into the boy’s locker room.

I quickly changed into my regular clothes and waited for Jess and the rest of the girls. We were the last ones to leave. As we walked into the hallway, whispers and laughter echoed around us.

“Oh, my God!” Jess said, her face deathly pale as she stared at the screen.

“What?” I asked. Soon, all of the girls were staring down at their phones, pale and horrified.

“Guys, what is it?” I asked, trying to look at Lilly’s phone.

A gasp, mixed with a strangled cry, left my lips when my eyes finally caught a glimpse of Lilly’s phone.

‘I’m a whore.’

The writing graced a sickening picture of my ass, clad in the red lacy thong that I was wearing at the moment. Tears burned in my eyes while I backed away, and I covered my mouth in dismay.

“Bella…”

I shoved past Jessica and Anna as I rushed towards the lunchroom. Yeah, I was hurt and humiliated. But most of all, I was fucking pissed. I slammed the lunchroom doors open, causing everyone to fall into a surprised silence.

I locked eyes with Connor and made my way to him, my fists clenched. All eyes were on me as I stopped right in front of his table.

“You are a sick bastard!” I spat out, fighting to keep my voice steady.

“Slut!” someone screamed from the other side of the room.

That did it.

I turned back to face Connor who was now smirking at me.

“You are downright awful! I can’t believe you would stoop this low!” I spat out, my eyes narrowing furiously at him.

“Save your breath. No one gives a shit,” he said, turning away.

“How could you?” I whispered, my voice cracking at the end.

He turned back to me and sneered, “Do you actually think you can make me feel bad?”

The thwack sound that followed was my instantaneous response. 

I pulled back my fist and watched as he gently dabbed his nostril, touching the small amount of blood that began trickling there. Whispers and gasps filled the room, and Connor’s eyes darkened as he stood up.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice threateningly low.

I let out a short, sarcastic laugh.

“Yeah? Well, you shouldn’t have been such a douchebag. I’m sure everyone here actually thinks you’re lower than scum but no one has the balls to admit it. You’re utterly pathetic!” I screamed, wincing as a few tears rolled down my face.

“Crying? Really?”

I let out a scream of anger and slapped him. The whispering grew as people stared at me with wide eyes.

“That’s it!” Connor announced, advancing towards me.

“Connor Michaels and Bellatrix Brown. My office. Now!”

I stared at the ground as I walked towards Principal Helen, who looked incredibly mad at us. I glanced at Connor as we left the room, anger and hate filling me when I saw that he was smirking.

Asshole! 

“Fighting? Really?” she asked again, her head in her hands.

“It’s his fault!” I exclaimed, maybe for the hundredth time.

“Since it’s your second day, I’m not going to suspend you. But you will have detention after school for an hour. And the same goes for you, Mr. Michaels,” she announced before shooing us out of her office.

During that endless meeting, I cried at least twice, screamed multiple times, and cursed like no other. Meanwhile, Connor just stayed quiet and simply leaned back in his chair, almost as if he was relaxing.

I stomped all the way towards my locker, grabbed my bag, and headed for study hall half an hour earlier. Yeah, the meeting was that long.

I entered the empty library and collapsed at an isolated table as the last of my tears leaked out.

“Damn, you cry a lot.”

Calm down, Bella, he wants this. He wants you to get angry.

“Honestly, you are so uptight. You really need to get laid. That’s something I can help you with,” he said.

Damn, deep breaths didn’t work.

“Leave me alone,” I said, my voice weak and wavering.

I looked up to see him take a seat across from me. I stared at him for a couple moments before sighing and continuing to work. I guess he wouldn’t be that annoying if he just sits there.

Thirty minutes later

“Fuck! Goddammit, Bells, you’re wearing stilettos!” Connor exclaimed, rubbing his injured foot.

“You sent a picture of my ass to the entire senior class. You deserve it,” I snapped, grabbing my book back from him.

No response.

Fucking asshole!

Connor

What I did was really bad, but I did have my reasons. First, Bells was fucking sexy when she was mad. Secondly, she was the only girl who had ever told me off. And truthfully, that was a turn on. She’d really be great in bed. That was all.

I watched as she began writing again, her eyebrows furrowing as she worked on a problem.

“You’re such a nerd,” I muttered.

“And you’re an ass.”

A small smile crossed my face as she continued to work, not once glancing up. Oh yeah, I could definitely have fun with this girl.

Ding, ding, ding!

“Finally! Time to leave,” she said, grabbing all her stuff.

I grinned as I caught up with her, walking alongside her.

“Don’t forget, we have detention for an hour now,” I reminded her, speeding off. Just as I exited the room, I heard her let out a scream of frustration.

This was going to be entertaining.

Bella

“Bye, Bella! See you tomorrow,” Jess said, giving me a small hug. I stood at my locker as they all walked off, sending me sympathetic looks.

I let out a groan as they all left, leaving me alone in the hallway. I looked at my phone screen, 3:10 pm
. Okay, just an hour. I can do this!

“Ready, babe?”

“Fuck off,” I muttered, shoving past Connor as I headed towards the English room.

I grumbled under my breath as I heard his deep chuckle following me, which made me mad.

“Bella, Connor, take a seat,” Mr. Henderson said, sitting in his desk. Mumbling profanities, I slumped at my usual desk. Connor smirked as he sat next to me, causing me to continue cursing.

I watched as Mr. Henderson checked his watch, frowning.

“I need to go to a meeting so I’m going to leave you two here. I expect you both to behave well. This is detention, not a social hour.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Like I would socialize with Connor.

Mr. Henderson stood up quickly and left us without another word.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, Bells,” Connor said smugly.

I groaned and dropped my head to my desk, not moving. After a while, I realized that Connor was being quiet. Weird. I turned to look at him, only to catch him staring at me. Shockingly, he turned away, blushing.

“Awww, you’re blushing!” I pointed out, making him scowl.

“Fuck you.”

“Anytime,” I giggled, sitting back in my chair.

Connor’s eyes widened before he caught himself and then he raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled smugly back at him, suddenly filled with an unusual confidence.

“I mean, only if you can handle all this,” I whispered the last part seductively. Instead of shocking Connor, which had been my plan, he smirked back and moved closer.

Oh, shit!

“Now?”

“Uh, erm… what?” I asked, all previous confidence lost.

“Let’s fuck,” he whispered huskily, standing up and pulling me up with him in the process.

“What? Umm, no! I mean, we’re in school!” I said, struggling to find an excuse.

“And? All the teachers are in a meeting,” Connor said, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer.

The proximity sparked a feeling in me. That feeling, it was…

Disgust.

But I couldn’t show it. I was working on getting back at Connor. To do that, I had to make it seem like I liked him, really LIKED him. I know that would never happen, but Connor does seem to think everyone loves him. So, here goes nothing.

“But, Connor,” I whispered, putting my arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t want to lose my virginity here in school.” I wrinkled my nose at the word ‘school’ to sell the act, and it seemed like it worked.

“Really? You do know what you’re agreeing to, right?” he asked

“Of course,” I murmured, gazing down at his lips as I did.

Next thing I knew, I was spun around and placed on the desk, and Connor was now standing between my spread knees.

“Then, why don’t we seal the deal?” he asked huskily, cupping my face with his warm hands.

My heart stopped beating as he leaned closer and closer, stopping just in front of my lips. Our mouths were so close that they were nearly touching. I looked up at him, put my arms around him, and leaned in a bit—as if I was going to be the one to make the move. Just before my lips touched his, I changed direction, bringing them to his ear.

“I’m afraid you just got played.”

Bella: 1 – Connor: 2

I quickly leaned back, smiling in triumph. That smile quickly disappeared when I saw Connor’s expression. He looked so…

Hurt.

Growing up being the sweet, caring child, I couldn’t help but feel bad when he pulled away.

“Wait, Connor,” I said, hopping off the desk and grabbing his arm, forcing him to stay in place.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered awkwardly, looking everywhere but his eyes.

“You’re just too easy.”

“Yeah, I… wait, what?” I looked up to see Connor… smirking.

“You actually thought I was hurt? Oh, Bella, you have overestimated your acting skills. You’re just so easy to see through.”

Bella: 1 – Connor: 3

I quickly clenched my jaw shut before it could fall open and display the amount of shock I felt. I watched as Connor pulled out his phone, checking the time.

“Oh well, looks like our hour’s up. See ya tomorrow, Bells,” he called over his shoulder as he left the room.

Fuck you. Wait! Not like that! Ughhhh!

I gathered my stuff and headed out of the school towards my car as I loudly cursed at Connor. Ignoring the looks from random people passing by, I angrily slammed the door shut as I got inside the car.

The whole way driving home, I couldn’t help but think about what happened. I mean, really, I could have sworn that I had tricked Connor, but no! Apparently, my acting was just awful. The thing that bothered me most was I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of disappointment in his eyes.

Oh, well.
I sighed as I pulled into the driveway.
I guess I’m just going to have to try harder.

Connor

I sped down the street towards my house, distracted with what had happened. I was so close. So close! And when Bella pulled away, I was just so… disappointed. So, of course, I used that feeling and made myself look hurt. I always knew Bella was the kind of girl who was a sucker for people who were hurt—physically and/or emotionally.

The thing was, the hurt, it was actually real. Well, maybe not all of it.

Goddammit! I am so messed up! I need to get laid.

Bella

“Pumpkin, is that you?”

I entered the kitchen to find my dad vacuuming and my mum cooking like a mad woman.

“Erm… what’s going on?”

“Daddy’s boss and his family are coming over tonight!” Sophie squealed with excitement as she carried all her toys upstairs.

Luca smiled at me as he followed her lead. Even though they were six-year-old twins, it seemed as though Sophie was the leader and Luca was the follower.

“Okay, Mum. What do you need me to do?” I asked, dropping my bag onto the floor.

She turned and glanced at the bag, signaling that it had to go.

“Alrighty,” I muttered, heading upstairs.

An hour later

“Bellatrix, I demand you to wear this dress!” my mum ordered, holding it out for me.

“But, Mum! It’s too fancy!” I complained, staring at the dress in disgust.

My mum then gave me the look. You probably know what I’m talking about. The one that says ‘you better do what I say before I flip my shit’ look.

I let out an annoyed sigh, took the dress from her, and headed to my room. Then after putting it on, I realized how short it was.

“Damn it,” I muttered, trying to adjust it. I bought this dress for a formal occasion when I was fifteen. But I’ve grown quite a bit since then.

“Hurry, Bellaby!” Luca called from the doorway.

I quickly put on my heels and headed downstairs, just as someone knocked on our door.

Plastering a fake smile on my face, I opened the door.

“Hullo, welcome to the Brown residence,” I recited warmly, looking at the nice-looking couple in front of me.

“Why, thank you,” the husband said politely, entering the house. His wife smiled sweetly at me and followed him into the living room, where my parents greeted them.

“Would you like me to take your coat, Mrs.…?” I paused, not knowing what to say.

“Michaels,” she informed me. “Thank you, darling,” she said as she handed me her coat.

Michaels, just like Connor.

Thank God, they didn’t have a son.

As we sat down at the dining table, a knock sounded from the front door. I politely excused myself while Mr. Michaels said something I couldn’t hear. I pulled my dress down a bit before I opened the door.

“Can I he——” I froze.

“Bells, long time no see.”

Great! This is going to be a long dinner.