The Bad Boy's Possession

Chapter 7 - Making Friends

"Are you kidding me?" I whispered, glaring at him.

"Yep," he gave me a sarcastic smile. "It's a beautiful day. Go enjoy the weather, Duckling."

"God, you're such a jerk, who even named you Ace?" I muttered, looking outside the window. "Your name should have been Satan, or Devil or something..."

Ace chuckled at my insult, shaking his head. "Been called worse, Hun. Now get out before I decide to start driving again."

"You know what?" I said through a clenched jaw, scowling at him. "I just insulted the Devil. Even he was an Angel once. You're an evil, vile creature who does not deserve this lovely jeep. Scre-"

He revved the engine, causing the jeep to vroom loudly, cutting me off mid-sentence. "You getting out now?"

I flipped him the bird, before unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Some other day babe," he smirked, causing my eyes to widen. 

I immediately hopped out of his jeep, slamming the door as hard as I could. He clicked his tongue, glaring at me as I walked around the jeep and stood in front of him. He waved at me with a small smile on his face, before driving away, without thinking twice. I looked around, realising how abandoned the area was. Apart from Ace's jeep, there was not a single vehicle around. I groaned, kicking the ground, before looking up at the clear blue sky.

"What did I do to deserve this, Mom?" I cried through a clenched jaw, hugging my wet books closer to myself as the cold breeze made me shiver. "How do I get back now?" I muttered, looking around again, before my eyes widened in realization. "My phone," I whispered, gaping, as I checked my pockets for it. And just like I had already known, it was not there. "I don't even have my phone," I whispered, a deep frown on my face, as I ran my hand through my wet hair. "s**t, s**t, shit." I was panicking by now.

I remembered putting my cellphone in my purse, and now that I thought about it, I remembered carrying a purse into Ace's jeep. The purse which I did not have at that moment. Which could only have meant one thing: Ace Argent had my phone. Thank God it's password protected, I thought to myself. But how do I get back now?

"I guess I'll have to walk," I whispered, before letting out a loud groan, as tears pricked my vision. I shook my head, not allowing myself to cry. I was stronger than that. Jerk. Son of a toilet paper. Piece of cow dung.

I started to walk, my feet dragging me along the road, as I mentally thanked Mom for handing me down her good road sense. If I had been like Dad in that case, I would have probably slept on the road that night. After walking for what felt like hours, sneezing along the way as I continued to shiver from the cold, I finally stopped in a corner, and plopped down on the road. I was done. I was done with everything. Going back to school, this city, the Wolves, and Satan. I was done with all of it.

"I give up!" I yelled, my words echoing as the only reply I received was from the cawing crows. Just when I was about to start contemplating a life as a beggar on the street, the sound of a vehicle engine fell upon my ears. My eyes widened, and I immediately stood up, stepping onto the road. Whoever this was, I had to stop them. They had to help me. I would lie down on the ground if I had to. But all my hopes came crashing down when I saw an all-too-familiar vehicle making its way towards me. My shoulders slumped, and I stood rooted to my spot, completely willing to be run over by the spawn of the Devil himself.

But he stopped right in front of me, his expression amused. He stuck his head out of the window, smirking at me. "You need a ride?"

"No, thanks! I prefer staying alive!" I yelled, walking over to the passenger seat. I pulled the door open, making him frown at me, before I started to look for my purse.

Ace chuckled, revealing my phone in his hand. "Looking for this?"

I looked at it, and clenched my jaw. "Hand it over," I stated, extending my hand for it.

"How about you try being nice?" He asked, smiling.

"Please, Ace, hand over my phone to me like the sweetheart you are," I said through gritted teeth, scowling at him.

Ace laughed aloud, covering his eyes with his hand, before he shook his head at me. "You're really something else, aren't you?" He said, mischief glinting in his eye. "I'm gonna enjoy this," he smirked, before bringing my phone closer to me. I tried to grab it, but he dodged my hand. I tried again, but he repeated the same thing. I tried again, now with both hands, and snatched it out of his grip.

"My purse too."

"What use do you have of your purse? All I found inside was couple of tampons and a lipstick," he shrugged, pulling it out of his door pocket.

"Jerk!" I yelled, climbing into his jeep half-way, and snatching it from him. I hopped off, stepping away from it. "Get lost now, piece of poop," I practically growled, flipping him the bird again.

"You really do want me, don't you?" Ace smirked, but I ignored him and walked away from his jeep. "I could provide you a nice ride if you'd like," he insinuated, making me show him my palm, and pointing at it. "Talk to your hand?" He chuckled. "I'd like your hands to do other things instead."

"Just leave me alone, will you?" I sighed.

"Okay," he shrugged. "I can if you want me to. I'd check if your phone is still working, though."

I looked at him horror in my eyes, as I quickly placed my finger on the fingerprint scanner. When the screen did not light up, I stared at him incredulously. "What have you done?" I cried, holding the power button. "You're such a-" the phone vibrated, switching on. I sighed in relief, making Ace laugh again.

"The look on your face was priceless," he said, revving his jeep to life again. "Bye, Princess. See you tomorrow," he winked, before speeding away again.

"i***t," I muttered through gritted teeth, before unlocking my phone and calling an Uber.

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I rushed for my second class as soon as I got back to school, and to my luck, I was already late. I groaned, gritting my teeth, before I knocked on the class door, and opened it to take a peek inside. The teacher raised an eyebrow at me, after glancing at the time.

"Good Morning," I muttered sheepishly. "May I come in?"

"Please do," he nodded, gesturing towards an empty seat. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Miss."

"Clayton," I mumbled, entering the room and closing the door. He frowned, looking me up and down as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Miss Clayton, I don't think it rained outside, so would you mind telling me why you are wet?" He asked.

I bit my lip, before hearing someone chuckle in the room. My gaze fell on Aisha, who was sitting on the front seat, staring at me with amusement in her eyes. I clenched my jaw. "I'm sorry Mr. Dalton," I said, glaring at her. "Someone spilt ice cold water on my head." I made my way to an empty seat, and sat down, keeping my books onto the table.

"Who?" He asked, rather alarmed by my statement.

"I didn't see," I lied. "They did it and ran away before I could take a good look at their faces." I knew there was no point in complaining about him. May as well just give up.

"Anyway," Mr. Dalton frowned, clearing his throat, before he started talking again, this time to the whole class. I tuned him out, as the events of earlier ran in my mind. Satan Argent had successfully ruined my first day at my new school. I had come here to forget my past, but this was not what I had expected. Not at all. He had destroyed all my hopes for this new life, and I really hated him for that.

"Looks like Ace washed your hair for you," a familiar voice said, and I turned around to find Aisha smiling at me. "I hope you thanked him for it," she grinned.

"You done?" I asked, smiling back at her.

"Yeah," she chuckled.

"Great. Now mind your own business," I hissed, rolling my eyes before looking away from her.

"I'd watch that tone if I were you," the guy beside me said, making me raise an eyebrow at him. He noticed my expression. "They're trouble. You don't need to offend them further, trust me."

I sighed. "Thanks for the advice. What is she even doing in this class? Aren't they supposed to be seniors?"

"Four of them are," he nodded. "Aisha is a year younger than them."

"So how is she a part of that group?" I frowned. We were talking in hushed tones, replying whenever we got the chance to, whenever Mr. Dalton would turn to the board or look the other way.

"She and Priya got caught into a cat-fight when she first moved here," he explained. "It was during middle school. The Wolves liked her spirit, and she kind of fell into the same category as them. Rich, spoilt girl. So they took her in. They probably knew she would not be able to make too many friends on her own. Her status is too high to fit in with any of us," he shrugged.

"I personally got that super elegant vibe from her, maybe due to her hijab, but then she turned out to be a bully," I replied. "I'd be friends with her if she wasn't a bully."

"Yeah, not everyone is like you," he said, rolling his eyes. "Some of us have inferiority complex, self-esteem issues, and the rich parents complex."

"Rich parents complex?"

"Yeah, the one where you wish you had parents as loaded with money as them," he chuckled.

"I'm glad mine didn't," I replied. "If being loaded with money turns you into an insensitive jerk who likes hurting others, I'm good living in a dorm."

"You live in a dorm?" He frowned.

"Yeah, Tanisha's my roommate."

"Oh, the blazing haired girl?" He asked.

"That's the one," I rolled my eyes.

He blew air through his nose, a small smile on his face. "No wonder Ace Argent emptied a bottle of water onto your head."

I clenched my jaw at his comment, my eyes automatically narrowing into slits at the mention of it. The bell went off, making the end of the period, and I huffed, calming myself down.

"I'd be careful, if I were you. Don't mess with them," he said, standing up as he hung his bag over his shoulder.

"I already did," I smiled, standing up as well. "By punching Ace Argent in the face."

"Wait, you're the one who did that?" He asked, his eyes wide, as he took a step back.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He gulped. "Stay away from me, weirdo. No one likes you here," he said, taking a few steps away from me. He glanced at Aisha, who was watching him with amusement. "I don't know her," he said, before rushing out of the class.

I stood there, my mouth agape, as I stared at the door. "Did he just..." I said incredulously, not knowing what to say.

"He did," Aisha said smugly, smiling at me. "Get used to it, girl. It's gonna happen a lot. Best of luck making friends here." She walked out of the room, while I contemplated throwing a paper ball at her retreating back. I decided against it, sighing in defeat.

"I am not like them," I told myself, picking up my books.

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