Surrendering to the Bad Boy

Chapter 10

I slowed down when I reached the girls toilet, thankfully it was empty, I walked to the wash basin, flicking it open and splashed some water on my face, feeling immediate relief as the water cooled my flushed face. I ran a hand through my hair; I didn't know how I was going to survive school with Derek behaving like a creep at every corner.

I stared at my reflection, at any point, I was going to start breaking out, I was sure of it. With all the stress, it was just a matter of time. I dabbed my face with wipes before tossing them into the bin. I took a deep breath and proceeded to walk out of the toilet.

I had Chemistry with Janice in five minutes; the hall had filled up with students trying to get to their lockers and to class. I walked in between them to my locker while keeping an eye out for Janice and Jason. I felt much safer with them beside me, especially Jason, he would be insane to try anything but then again, Derek could act insane if he wanted.

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and opened my locker. I grabbed my Chemistry note, placing my English Lit before locking the locker. I spied Janice standing by her locker so I made my way over to her. She saw me at a distance and waved me over.

"Hey. Are you okay? You look pale?" She inquired, brows furrowed, a small frown on her lips. I forced a smile, hugging my book tightly.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired." I replied, something told me she wasn’t buying my excuse by the way she narrowed her eyes at me but I was grateful she didn’t push it.

“Okay, let’s just get to class.” She said, looping her hand around mine. I kept my head down until we reached the class.

Quickly getting in and taking a seat on our usual table. I watched idly as students walked in while Janice spoke with another friend of hers.

I wasn’t the type that made friends easily, I never was good at social interactions and preferred to spend my days indoors, reading or drawing much to my mother’s irritation.

Janice was my first real friend, I stuck to her like glue and we have been friends ever since.

Janice nudging me brought me back to the present; I looked up to see the teacher standing by the board writing an equation. I flipped the book open just as the teacher threw a question my way.

I easily answered it, earning a nod of approval from the teacher, the class dragged on for 45 minutes, and I found myself zoning out several times, my mind always going back to Derek.

After Chemistry, Janice and I parted ways. She had an elective that I wasn’t offering and I had P.E. I wasn’t exactly the athletic type but I was no couch potato, I could certainly hold my own in the P.E ground so I wasn’t really worried about the class, I was however worried about the other person I had P.E with. It was like the Timetable gods were against me, well they weren’t. The timetable had already been set before this whole fiasco.

I was tempted to skip the class but the last thing I needed was Coach Lane to blab to my father the next time they met in the Bank. Sighing, I walked to the girls’ locker room, there were a few students who also had P.E with me, I smiled at some and they smiled back. I made my way to my locker and pulled out my P.E wear, which consisted of black mid thigh length shorts and a snug white shirt with The Vermont High Insignia on it. I quickly changed into it, rolling on my socks and lacing the standard black and white sneakers. I followed the rest of my mates out of the locker room, to the field.

The boys were already out there, spread out with Coach standing in front of them yelling to a boy who looked like Tommy Hallsbooth. I wasn’t one to judge but Tommy had no business doing anything athletic, he was a walking, talking hazard with enough allergies to be declared a danger to society and to him.

His father and mine played Tennis together on Saturdays, back when my parents were trying everything possible to get me to be extroverted; father always took me to the Tennis Club to watch him play with Tommy’s father. Tommy and I sat together and watched them play, we ended up developing a brief friendship, though it didn’t last long, we had absolutely nothing in common and when Father got tired of dragging me to the Tennis Club, our friendship ended.

We joined the boys and I found a perfect spot, sitting and stretching, I felt eyes on me and I instantly knew it was Derek. I was about to turn to meet his gaze when Coach’s booming voice had me looking up.

“Alright everyone, warm-up’s over. Get your asses to the track, you are all going to run around the whole track 10 times, the last 10 to finish will run an additional 20 times, so get going” He ordered. I could hear people groaning and I didn’t blame them. Vermont High had a standard sized running track; it was going to be hard. I walked to the track and did a little bit more stretching.

“So that’s the view he gets when he f***s you from behind.” A voice mused. I found myself rising as if a lightning bolt had struck me, spinning around pale faced, I saw Derek standing behind me, a nasty smirk on his face.

“Not a bad view.” He continued, I had never felt so humiliated it in my life, no one had ever spoken to me like that and it made me want to throw up, with the looks he was giving me, it was a wonder that I didn’t actually throw up.

“Get lost McKinnon” I spat marching away from him, my face hot from his words. Coach blew his whistle and I took off running, trying everything to forget Derek’s filthy words. I found my tempo and ran past the students that were already finding it difficult.

On my third run, I found myself running side by side with one of Derek’s friend, I didn’t think anything of it and continued running at my pace. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by his friends; one was running behind me, another at my left, and another at my right and the last one in my front.

Whatever they were planning, I wanted no part of it, I tried to run past the one at my front but I found myself pushed back, I had to slow down to avoid crashing into any of them. I looked in the direction of the coach but he was too busy barking orders at some unfortunate soul.

“We heard you were such a slut for Jason Dames.” One of them drawled, snapping my attention back to them. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I am not a slut.” I growled, hating the word and how it left a bitter taste on my tongue.

They stopped running and I was forced to stop, they surrounded me and I was terrified, my fingers trembled and I forced myself to stand still, chin jutted out.

“That’s not what your moans said.” Derek piped up, I watched as he walked past his friends, closer to me. He leaned down until he was right up in my face.

“I followed you back to his house, I saw everything. You are such a w***e, a stinking, no good, cheap ass who…”

My palm stung, Derek’s cheek was a bright red from the slap. He smirked, looking at me.

“You and your ‘boyfriend’ are dead meat. I’ll make you two pay, you just wait.”

I couldn’t take it anymore, I ran off the field, pushing the door open and walking into the empty hall. I had no idea where I was going but I just needed to get away from Derek and his goons. I wiped the tears away, making my way down the hall.

I was no slut, I was no w***e. Jason was my one and only boyfriend but Derek made me out to be a loose woman and not only that but he was threatening Jason and I. I knew he couldn't ruin me, my family name was enough to stop him but it wasn't the same for Jason. It would be so easy for Derek to make his life a miserable hell, to ruin any possible future he may have. The thought sent me into further panic.

I ran down the hall to the entrance of the school, I could faintly hear someone calling my name but I was not in the right frame of mind to talk to anyone. I pushed the doors open and ran down the stairs to the parking lot. I was out of the lot in a matter of minutes, my run slowed to a walk and I trudged down the road, sniffing and wiping the tears away.

Horning accompanied by the familiar roar of a truck had me turning around to see Jason's truck slowing down and parking off the side of the road, I hastily wiped the tears away, sniffing back the unshed tears

Jason jumped out and walked over to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked pulling me into a hug. I let out a sob, clutching onto his denim jacket.

"Just hold me." I whispered, my voice cracking, he grip around my waist tightened, pressing a kiss on my head.

"I'll always be here for you."

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A/N

Poor Anna, I can't imagine being in her shoes, thank God Jason is there to comfort her.