Alexander
It’s been five weeks since I kissed Natalya so publicly, and I’ve changed my tactics a little to torment her so she can’t predict what’s coming. It’s fun toying with her, putting her on edge.
My torment since that morning in the hallway has returned to the usual methods, such as tripping her over, embarrassing her in front of the school, and generally making her miserable. All sexual torment has stopped and I know she’s holding her breath, waiting for the next time I make her do something so degrading again.
I’ve told the entire school she belongs to me and is my little pet, which has sent the gossip wheel into overdrive, especially as she keeps denying it.
I’ve never felt more powerful than I do now, forcing Natalya into silence as she unwillingly accepts my dominance is oddly intoxicating. She’s never been this easily pliable in all the years we’ve known each other, even if I have had a power over her since the day I arrived.
My deep-rooted hatred for her and her family has always been the driving factor, but I never expected to enjoy this as much as I am. Perhaps it’s because hatred can be so fucking passionate and when I kiss her, it drives me wild like nothing ever has. When I kissed Natalya, it felt like she had set my entire soul on fire and it was burning me from the inside out.
Not to mention, I could not get the image of her on her knees and sucking my cock so damn well out of my mind. I’ve taunted her about it, reminding her over and over and threatening to do it again, but I enjoy keeping her guessing. I enjoy knowing that she’s holding her breath, waiting for me to force her into another degrading position and take what I want.
Even if I’ve had to take matters into my own hands far more frequently than I used to.
As I walk down the corridor, the flash of dark mahogany brown hair catches my eye. I smirk as I approach, knowing that I’m going to enjoy this until I see she’s talking to the new girl.
Eva Carmichael arrived only a week ago, late for the start of the year. Jeanie, Kerry, and Anita beat her up on her first night pretty badly. They wouldn’t stop bragging about it for a week, despite being caught and sent to Luigi for it. As well as taking her three on one, which clearly isn’t fair, but then those girls never play fair.
I observe her carefully for the first time, as everyone is talking about how hot she is. She’s attractive for the sure, but next to Natalya her beauty pales. Natalya places a hand on her shoulder and ushers her down the corridor toward me.
“Let’s have some fun,” I say, glancing back at Nik and Rosa, who were following me down the corridor.
Nik smirks when he notices Natalya coming right toward us, but Rosa’s expression is more of a grimace. The girl doesn’t have a bad bone in her body.
I march toward her and notice Natalya’s lips move as she mutters something to her new friend.
“Well, well, look who we have here,” I say, smirking. “Gurin always has to latch onto the newbies, because she has no fucking friends.”
Nik and Rosa chuckle behind me, backing me up.
“Fuck off, Alexander,” Natalya says, trying to pull Eva away from me.
I block her with my arm. “That’s rude, Natalya. Introduce me to your friend.” I look over at Eva, who is wearing a pretty floral blouse which cuts low between her breasts and a black pair of pants that hugs her curvy figure. I get why so many of the guys think she’s hot, as her figure is perfect, but somehow when I look at her, she inspires no arousal.
A flash of hatred enters Natalya’s eyes. “Take your hands off me before I land you in the infirmary.”
I laugh, struggling to imagine Gurin doing anything but submitting to me, more so now I hold such valuable information. “I’d like to see you try.” I look at Eva again. “Alexander Morales. Who are you?”
The girl looks nervous as her attention moves between me and Natalya. “I’m Eva Carmichael.”
I shove Gurin out of the way and step closer. “Beautiful for an Irish girl,” I murmur, before glancing back at Nik and Rosa. “Let me introduce you to Rosa Cabello and Nikolai Kushev.”
I clear my throat, drawing Eva’s attention back to me. “You should be careful about who you make friends with.” I give Natalya a dirty look.
“Yes, I will be.” She swings away a good meter from me on her crutches, glaring at me. “I certainly won’t be friends with you, that’s for sure. I’d rather be friends with a fucking corpse.” The new girl holds her chin high, as Natalya gasps.
I tilt my head, angry that another fucking newbie is disrespecting me. What is with them lately? “Is that right, Carmichael?” I glance at Natalya. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”
Eva steps forward and shoves me in the chest with a crutch, forcing me out of her way. “Now move the fuck out of our way.” Natalya follows, but I can see the uncertainty in her gaze as our eyes meet. Careful, Gurin. This little Irish girl can’t save you. No one fucking can.