Bad Boy Isn’t My Type

I opened my mouth to protest, completely taken aback when he brought his hand to my neck and grabbed it firmly.

He pulled me closer to him, only several inches separating our faces now. I clamped my hands over his hands and tried to move it away from my neck, but it was in vain.

His furious expression cracked. I basked in every line of his face, memorizing the feelings I saw—sadness, regret and want. I became bound by him by some invisible chain.

” You don’t know me, you have no idea how I feel” he whispered.

Don’t go there Jennie! Don’t get involved.

” How do you feel?”

His eyes didn’t leave mine, not even for a second.

” What will you do with how I feel? Going to rescue me front this hell? You know I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own f***ing mind.”

” You can’t free someone who is caged in their own self…… and I feel terrified. I am lost. I can’t breathe.”

His unexpected words revealed the great extent of his sadness and insecurity.

Vincent’s hot breath fanned my face, making my skin hyper sensitive of his movements and his nearness.

I could clearly see the painful shimmer of his dark eyes, revealing his tortured side to me.

” I wanted to live peacefully, survive somehow and then there’s you! ”

” Me?”

” I am talking about this everlasting hate developed towards you. I hate you Jennie! I want to hurt you. I feel something is pushing me to hurt you more and more. All think that you can make me feel better? They are f***ing wrong! You kill me more inside”

” You crush me, so I want to crush you. You can never repair me, you can never replace her! You don’t know what love is, and I hate you. You can never replace her you get that! ”

His words cut sliced through me, and I felt miserable being under his constant attacks. I burned up and shouted at him.

” I don’t care about what you think of me Vincent. I am least interested in you just like you show towards me. There is a mutual hatred.”

” You are a selfish arrogant man. You are just using violence, threat and insult to make yourself better. You are a f***ing looser, only knows how to loose your anger on weak ones.”

He gripped my waist too tightly and I winced crying in pain. He opened his mouth to speak, but someone interrupted us and pushed him aside.

” Vincent leave her, what are you doing? ” Emma yelled at him.

” You f***ing idiot! She is injured, can’t you see. It’s all because of you dumbass!!! Stop harassing her. She almost died because of you f***ing nimrod!” Emma shouted at him, pushing him away further from me.

” Do you even know what death means? She was going to die, if she wasn’t admitted to hospital right away!”

Vincent lowered his head, I don’t know if he was feeling guilty, who am I kidding, he never cared about me.

” Jennie, go from here I will take care of it from here. Just go! ” I nodded and ran away from there not looking turning back.

Several days passed, Vincent stopped bullying me at point. By some miraculous twist of fate, he stopped harassing me after that incident, and I thought I could finally have my days from his cruelty.

But I was proved wrong because these days he was back at it again. I should have known that the peace wouldn’t last.

I hated this. I hated all of them, but what I hated the most was inability to do anything—to fight through that horror that held me captive.

I was sick and tired of running away from the lunchroom, eating in other places—hiding—when I wanted to eat normally like all other people.

Spending extra money on my own lunch and plotting where to eat so I could escape the potential harassment-doing this all the time-was too depressing.

Mine lunch time and Harper’s lunch time didn’t match, because we had different cylce, there was one hour difference in lunch time.

It made me sick, but atleast I could remain strong enough to go to my table and eat alone. Even though sitting alone pain sucked, it was better than skipping lunch.

As soon as I sat down, facing the cafeteria, Vincent arrived with Blake. As always, they attracted the most attention, and I could already see some girls fighting for the privilege to sit with them today. I lowered my head , Vincent wouldn’t remember to look my way.

When I finally got the courage to raise my head and search for him, I found him sitting on his table already and directly staring at me. He was making me nervous by his gaze, stripping me down with his eyes.

Shit! Shift to another table Jennie!

Don’t face him and sit!!

I got up from my table and took my plate and I decided to shift on the corner table in cafeteria far away from him. Just as I decided to move somebody grabbed my arm and I lost balance and my plate flew down to floor.

” Hey!” I shouted and turned around to see who this was.

” You are not allowed to take lunch here ” Vincent’s voice was full of menace.

” What? Are you serious?”

” Get out of here!”

I understood the message. There was no place for argument, I had to leave immediately.

” Why are you doing this?”

” Because I want to. Do I need another reason?”

” This is not right Vincent, and you know it. I have the right to eat, and I-”

Vincent didn’t even let me finish. He signalled his head to Blake, and without any warning Blake lifted me up over his shoulder. I screamed and tried to break free, but Blake’s hold was too tight.

” Let me down!”

Everyone was watching us, and I wish I could snap Blake’s neck and escape this mortification. He was too strong, he didn’t even budge as I hit his back.

” You deserve this and much worse. Now stop moving, stupid b*tch!”

” No let me down!!”

” You want down? Okay! Here you go!” He threw me infront of him, sending me flying to the ground.

I ended on my back, crying out when the forceful impact sent scorching pain through my spine. Tears flowed through me unwillingly, distorting all these faces around me, who stared at me like I was some circus freak.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

” She deserves this.”

Vincent took my notebook from my bag and I watched in horror as he began ripping the pages, shredding them into pieces.

” No! Give it back! ”

My imploring voice did nothing to convince Vincent to listen to me. In fact, it fueled him to do the opposite. Blake was filming Vincent, who was throwing the pieces of my now ruined notebook in the air like confetti, and tears were escaping from my eyes.

” Please stop this! You did enough. Why are you troubling me? ”

” It’s never enough b*tch! You have to pay for what you have done. Snitching about us to the principal was incredibly stupid b*tch!”

Blake responded, his sinister eyes twisting everything in me as they pierced me with hatred that was beyond comprehensible.

Vincent picked me up on his shoulder like I was some sack of potatoes, further degrading me.

” Put me down!” I screamed at Vincent, wincing at the pain in my stomach when I hit his shoulder bone.

” Sure. I’ll put you down. In a second.”

I raised my head and saw some students bring the huge thrash can which made my breathing heavy and uneven. This was not happening.

” Say cheese! ” Blake took a shot of me.

I just wanted to die. Everybody started chanting, engulfing me with misery and darkness.

” Trash! Trash! Trash!”

” Put the trash into the trash can! Throw this b*tch!”

Vincent threw me into the trash can, evoking another wave of laughter, but this time I didn’t hear it. The only thing I heard was the constant ringing in my ears, and it got louder and louder.

My vision became blurry. I barely saw Blake taking a photo of me while laughing with other students who pointed their phones and fingers at me. I used my eyes feeling numb.

How could all of them be so cruel? Where was their humanity? Did they even have one?

Everything hurt—breathing, thinking, seeing their thrilled faces as they enjoyed my pain. I wished my body was weak so I could just faint and escape this humiliation.

” Stop this immediately!!” Principal Anderson rushed into the cafeteria with a few teachers behind him, and everyone stepped back, immediately putting their phones away.