Louisa's POV
"Yeah. Jessica was telling the truth."
"It was Jackie's fault!"
Those girls wouldn't let go of this great opportunity of showing their loyalty to the queen bitch.
"But..." Just when I was about to argue, Leah grabbed my hands and said, "Sorry, Mr. Dickson. It's our fault. We shouldn't have started a fight with Jessica."
"Really?" Mr. Dickson looked contemptuous. "What about the wound on your forehead?"
"I was clumsy and fell to the ground by myself," Leah said, holding both of me and Jackie in her hands.
"Great! So, the case closed." Mr. Dickson said. "The three of you have to do 10 hours of social service on campus, starting from cleaning the mess you've created in the cafeteria."
"What?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You want us to clean up this shit?!" Jackie growled.
"Miss O'Reilly, if you dare to use the f-word in front of me again, I will have to detain you after school." Mr. Dickson licked his lips while stripping Jackie with his eyes.
"F..." Jackie was about to swear again, but when she saw the blood on her sister's face, she clenched her fists and said, "Fine! Whatever!"
After Mr. Dickson walked away, Jessica and her minions gloated, pushing all the food on their plates onto the floor.
"Oops, I guess I don't have to return the plates today," Jessica smirked.
"Maids are supposed to do maids' jobs."
"Clean it up, bitches!"
Other girls added before walking off with Jessica.
Jackie looked indignant with tears circulating in her eyes.
"This isn't fair!" she cried out. "One day I'll be filthy rich and I'll toast those motherfuckers!"
Leah shook her head and didn't say anything.
I said, "Jackie, take Leah to the clinic. Leave everything here to me."
Jackie was silent for a while, glancing at the mess on the floor and her sister's wound on her forehead.
Eventually, she said, "OK. We'll get back and help you as soon as possible."
After they were gone, I walked out of the cafeteria and toward the storage room, where all the cleaning appliances were kept.
I hated that ghastly storage room. It was dark, damp, and smelt like pee.
Most importantly, it was a notorious place where boys took advantage of girls in our school.
Last month, Lucas Farrow, the famous school playboy, dragged me into that room when I walked past and pressed himself on me.
I grabbed a mop, shoved it in his face, and fled in a panic.
I hadn't seen him for a few days after that.
It was the most terrifying experience that I had ever had in my life... until that day, I pushed the storage room open and saw Lucas, holding a girl in a very impossible position against his crotch.
Lucas Farrow, the most shameless bastard of the school. With navy blue eyes, raven black hair, an athletic build, and a height of 6'4", he was literally every girl's wet dream. The problem was, he knew exactly what girls expected from them and he never let anyone down.
Yes, anyone.
He hooked up with almost every girl in this school and seemed to have successfully extended his dick to the neighboring schools. He wore girls on his belt like accessories and he changed girlfriends faster than he changed his shirts.
Girls seemed to stay in line to be summoned, conquered, dominated, or, in today's case, twisted like a knob by this man at any time he wanted.
I, on the other hand, absolutely abhorred this man. I had my reasons.
For a start, Lucas tried to drag me into this storage room and have sex with me the other day. I mean, hello, who in their right mind would do something like that? Just snatch a random girl passing by the storage room and have sex with her? What the fuck was in this man's head? Last time I checked, this was still a school, not someone's personal harem.
Besides, he slept with my sister two years ago and he didn't even recognize her the next morning. Seriously? Did he literally fuck his brain out or something?
I had always thought there was some dark magic in this man because otherwise, I couldn't explain why girls just couldn't wait to spread their legs in front of him, or, in today's case, slightly beneath him.
I mean, any girl with a dash of self-respect and decency wouldn't throw themselves at this ghastly womanizer.
But on that day, when I opened the door and witnessed Lucas busy fucking a girl, something changed my mind.
His body must have been chiseled by the finest sculptors in the world of all time. I had never seen such an imposing human torso before. Was he a warrior sculpture worshiped by fanatics in a sex temple? On a steamy hot summer afternoon, sweats slowly trickled down his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and marvelous six packs, all the way to his full-sized dick.
Rocking his hips violently, Lucas flipped the girl upside down adeptly. The girl was moaning and begging for more, but Lucas suddenly stopped.
He stopped because he saw me.
When our eyes met, my blood was boiling. His gaze seemed to ignite something deep in my heart. I couldn't tell what it was, but a wave of warmth stemmed from my groin and flooded across my entire body.
I stood there like a statue, completely frozen, hot, and cold at the same time.
At that time, a horrifying thought flashed across my mind -
What would it have been like if I hadn't sneaked away on that day?
"Lucas, what happened?" The girl asked, trying to look back.
Lucas pulled her hair roughly and prevented her from turning her head.
"What did you call me?" He looked down at the girl and asked.
"Sorry, Master! It's all my fault! Please punish me!" the girl whimpered.
"Kneel. Finish what you've started." He said in a cruel, commanding voice, pressing the girl's head against his crotch.
"Yes. Yes... Master..." The girl whispered and kneeled down obediently on the floor to lick his manhood.
Lucas moaned slightly while tilting his head toward me.
"What are you looking at?" He asked with an evil smile. "Do you want to join us?"
Louisa's POVThere you go. My first 3P invitation. In a dark and tiny storage that smelt like urine.The most unbelievable part was, the trainwreck part of me secretly wanted to say "yes".Damn. What's the matter with me?! I thought to myself. Am I tempted by Lucas' famous dark magic or something?!I panicked and stepped back, shaking my head, trying to get that obnoxious thought out of my head.It didn't work at all. Then, my mind was scarred by the impossible picture of me joining the girl, licking Lucas' dick.Shit. I really should have stopped watching porn.Eventually, the sensible part of me won and forced me to wave my hands.I stuttered, "No! I... Here... I'm here for... a mop..."Shit. Of all the cleaning supplies in the world. I used the word "mop".I shoved a mop in his face last time. Remember?He looked puzzled for a while, pulling the girl's hair while thrusting his dick in her mouth, deeper and harder each time. He was literally torturing that poor girl, but she seemed
Louisa's POVHis perfect side face showed up in my sight, trying to look at my notebook on the table.I almost had a heart attack when I recalled that I had written his name all over the page.Frantic and freaked out, I tore that page down and tried to find a place to hide it.But I couldn't find any safe place to destroy the evidence of crime permanently, so in a panic, I stuffed the crumpled paper into my mouth and swallowed it, praying that he hadn't seen it.That was it.That was the day I became the crazy bitch who ate paper in a Chemistry lab.Rock bottom of my life. Hashtag shame of the year.Two minutes passed, and nothing happened. I almost thought Lucas walked away in secret because of what I had done.I couldn't blame him if he had walked away. I would have walked away and pretended nothing had happened if I had found a crazy bitch chewing paper in front of me.But, apparently, Lucas didn't walk away.The devilish cologne was still there, sent towards me by waves of his bre
Louisa's POV"He's a jerkfaced jerk," I said, climbing into Jackie's pick-up and slapping the door.Jackie chuckled nervously and said, "Oh, come on, Louisa. He's not that bad. My mom always says a man is like an onion. You need to peel them, layer after layer, and then you can find out his true character. Plus, he was really a gentleman today, returning your heels in front of everyone like that. He always gets what he wants for a reason.""I've seen pretty much everything about him and my conclusion is that he's a jerkfaced jerk," I said."You mean, full frontal?!" Jackie looked at me with eyes wide open."Worse than that." I shook my head and tried to get the image of his dick and balls out of my head.I couldn't believe it. I had been haunted by a dick and balls all day long."Seriously?!" Jackie looked interested. "Tell me about it! Is he big? I've heard it was super big. What was it like? Leather?""Jackie!" I covered my ears with my hands.To be honest, I was a bit surprised bec
Louisa's POVDressed up in a shredded white T-shirt (I didn't even want to know how it had been shredded) and blue-ripped jeans, his sex appeal was irresistible, like James Dean walking out of a movie poster and starting ripping off his shirt and jeans in front of you.His sidekick, Leo Kofron, who was also busy sucking a Russian stripper's tits, noticed my existence and waved at me."Waiter! Come clean the shit on the table because someone is going on a Russian roulette of shame!" He exclaimed while biting the girl's nipples with his teeth.The good news was Leo didn't recognize me.The bad news was Lucas might recognize me.I mean, seriously?! Why did this kind of shit happen to me?!And what the fuck is the Russian roulette of shame?!I didn't even want to know."What are you doing? The customer is calling you!" Natasha wasn't very happy about me standing there like an idiot.I lowered my head and clenched my jaw, walking toward their booth with a basket.The light in the club dimm
Louisa's POV"Asshole! Let go of me!" I struggled violently."Lighter..." Lucas mumbled."I didn't steal your lighter!" I raised my voice.In despair, I grabbed a bucket of ice and poured water and ice all over his head.Everyone around the table was shocked for a brief moment.Drenched in icy cold water from head to toe, Lucas seemed to regain consciousness.He stared at me while wiping the water off his face. He might be the only person that I had seen to stay so damn hot after being waterboarded.Natasha, my supervisor, rushed forward and dragged me to the side."What the fuck have you done?! Are you fucking insane?!" she barked at my face.Then, she displayed a corp smile to Lucas and said, "I sincerely apologize, Mr. Farrow. She's a new girl and she doesn't know what she's doing."Feeling indignant and ashamed, I bit my lips while rubbing my arms.Lucas grabbed me with such tremendous force that he left some red marks on my wrists and arms."What the fuck are you doing?! Come he
Louisa's POVHis eyes were burning with unfathomable emotion."What?! No! I haven't..."He didn't let me finish. He carried me on his shoulder and started to walk off."What are you doing?!" I exclaimed.I had never been carried like a sack before and it was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened in my life.Again. Speak too soon."I need to find a place to frisk you," he announced."What?! No! Where are you going to take me?! Put me down!" I kicked my legs and waved my arms like I was swimming in the air. I must have totally looked like a fucking idiot."Stay put, little sloth, or I'll peel your clothes off and frisk you right here in front of everyone. Your choice."I panicked suddenly and stopped struggling. I knew this asshole would do exactly what he had said.In despair, I looked at Natasha, who was busy opening the door to a VIP room for Lucas.The VIP rooms were reserved specifically for A-list customers who wanted to enjoy some privacy.I couldn't even imagine wha
Louisa's POVSo. Good news and bad news.The good news was my first kiss was one heck of a kiss and the person who was kissing me remembered my name.The bad news was this jerkface seemed to be scheming something more than doing a strip search on me.I didn't care what people said, but I just wasn't prepared to lose my first kiss and virginity on the same night, because according to my mom, pre-marriage sex kills a person faster than drugs.No. No. No! This isn't happening to me. I will not be trapped like a fucking mouse. I have to calm down and I have to think of something to get out of this fucking Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. But...I racked my brains and I couldn't come up with anything that I could do.Sitting in front of me, pampered and condescending, was the dark prince or evil Lord of the night. He looked like a complete asshole with his shit-eating sadistic smirk on his face, sipping a glass of 500-dollar Moët & Chandon.I touched my lips, swollen from his kiss. All my senses we
Louisa's POVI didn't take that damn lighter, so I'm not afraid of anything. All I have to do is take off my shirt and show him that...My heart sank when my fingertips touched something hard and square in my pocket.I put my hand into the pocket and took it out.It was a fucking gold lighter with a wolf head on it!!!!What?!How did that fucking lighter get into my pocket?!"You... You must have planted it on me!" I castigated him, wide-eyed.He looked quizzical in the dim light of the room while rubbing his hands together."Haha. Gotcha!" he gloated. "Now it's time to claim my booty!"He snatched the lighter from my hand and abruptly held me up by my waist."No! Put me down!" I exclaimed.Well, he put me down.But this time on his lap.My legs were forced to spread on the sides of his body.The inner part of my thighs was placed on his groin."What are you doing?! Let me go! It must be you! You put the lighter in my pocket!" I struggled.He grabbed my arms and twisted them behind m