“Oh really.”
I don’t want any assholes in my life even if he is the best looking asshole I have ever seen. I am not looking for a boyfriend anyway. I need to get used to this school. I need to get used to living with my grandparents for now until my mom comes back for me. I hope I won’t be down here for long.
He can look all he wants to, there will be nothing between us.
He and his friends jog and push other kids back away from me and Katelyn to stop us from getting into our classroom.
All hushed tones come to an eerie silence. I have never seen a school hallway this quiet when it is filled with upperclassmen.
Now, I can see these faces up close. They are all more mesmerizing the closer I am to them. Lowell Bartlett has long thick eyelashes that cut off the view to his electric blue eyes every time he blinks. I am grateful for the blinking, at least I know he is real. When the electricity of his blue eyes reaches mine, I feel a spark of fear rise in me from somewhere deep inside of my soul. I don’t like this feeling.
“Looks like the giraffe found a new friend,” Lowell says in a loud voice to Katelyn reaching out to put his hand around her neck.
“Yeah, it looks like her neck has grown even longer over the summer,” laughed a dirty blonde boy next to him.
“Right, the giraffe can look over the crowd to find her a new buddy, Alec,” says Lowell stretching his neck and pretending as if he’s looking for something on the ground.
The entire hallway of kids erupts into laughter as if on queue from their harsh jokes. I feel my head swell with anger at their cruel remarks to my new friend.
I want to swipe his head off of his stretched neck for saying those things.
“You should…”
Katelyn puts her hand up against my mouth to silence me.
“Yes, control your little friend, giraffe,” says Lowell moving in closer to us both.
Katelyn bends down and darts away from him before he and his friends block us in. I’m left standing alone with Lowell bearing down on my five foot four frame.
He wraps his muscled arm around my neck, pulling me into his chest. I struggle to find a way to talk, let alone breathe.
He lifts my chin with his other hand to look into his face as I gasp for air.
I have seen some crazy people in New York, but I have never had to deal with one up close and personal like this. I was not expecting my first day in this fancy private school to start with having to fight off a lunatic.
He continues to hold my neck in the curl of his left arm while jerking my chin up to make sure I look into those electric blue eyes.
Except he looks as if he could electrocute me with them, he would send electricity throughout my entire body and leave me dead on the floor without a care in the world.
He tightens his arm around my neck and leans in close to my face.
“You will not take what is mine.”
“I don’t…” he covers my mouth with the hand that was holding my chin.
“Better do like Giraffe tried to show you and shut the fuck up.”
CHAPTER SIX
A month later,
All day long I didn’t want to see Lowell or even go near him. I thought I escaped him until his dark wavy head appeared above everyone else’s on my way out of the class.
“Come with me, Goddess,” he commands me.
I hate that those words sound so tantalizing to me coming from him. I would love for him to make me have an orgasmic explosion with him, but I can’t stand his ugly ways.
“I have…I want to…have to go home,” I stammer trying to distance myself away from him.
“I’ll take you home after you come with me.”
Why do I feel a slight tingle between my legs every time he says ‘come’?
He pulled me into his arms and guided me out of the building. We walked over to the library. He rushes me past the librarian as she is gathering her things to leave for the day.
He forces me to sit down on a chair like a child waiting on my punishment. His eyebrows are slightly contracted and his expression is hard with his lips curled in a smirk.
All of a sudden he broke out into laughter.
“Tell me, are you in love with me, Goddess?” he asks in between chuckles.
“In love with you?” I ask in a high pitched voice.
“Yes, me,”
“I don’t love people that make me suffer,” I say in a bold voice.
“Are you suffering, Goddess?” he asks.
I threw my hands up in the air. I am beyond revolted and strongly mortified by Lowell. Any response I give him will be useless.
“Do I make you suffer?” he asks.
I refuse to answer his stupid ass question.
“I hate you with my whole heart, but I will make you love me. Think about how that will make you feel.”
“You can’t make somebody love you, either you do or you don’t. That’s not how love works,” I state rising from my seat. I am ready to get out of here and go home for my peace.
He watches me rise and walks over to push me back down in the chair.
“You can’t keep me in the library against my will, you idiot,” I say attempting to rise again.
“I can and I will and you will do whatever I want you to do. You may be named after a so called goddess, but I will be your god from now on,” he says towering over me.
I look at Lowell with surprise and then with amusement.
“You are delusional,” I say shaking my head.
“I like this brave front you’re putting on. Keep those flinging those insults
