Second Chance Rival

He was only getting started.

Tristian tossed me on the bed and anchored my legs over his shoulders. He took me that way, releasing his come deep inside of me…

Where he wanted it to stay.

Chapter 9

—Belle—

Then: One month later

Rebel Rider: I. Hate. Him.

Full Throttle: What did Tristian do this time?

Rebel Rider: He completely embarrassed me during lunch. Oh my God! I can’t believe the nerve of that guy. He’s such a jerk! I don’t understand how girls literally throw themselves at him like he’s the best thing that’s ever walked the earth, when he’s nothing but a bully.

For the last month, Tristian had made my life at school a living, breathing nightmare. He was constantly bullying me in one way or another. Stealing my lunch, knocking my books out of my hands so they’d drop to the floor in front of everyone. His favorite was changing the code to my locker, making me late for class. He was rude, always making snarky comments at me. He was just plain mean. Saying stuff like my daddy wouldn’t be happy if he saw me talking to whoever I was. Especially, guys.

Full Throttle: What did he do at lunch?

Rebel Rider: Remember how I was telling you there’s this biker gang in my town that’s getting in all sorts of trouble for their illegal street wars?

Full Throttle: Yeah.

Rebel Rider: I guess the person running it is from one of the high schools here. Nobody knows who it is, though. Things got crazy last night, and one of the members outsped the sheriff.

Full Throttle: No shit?

Rebel Rider: I know! It’s super crazy! Everyone at school was talking about it today.

Full Throttle: What does that have to do with what Tristian did to you at lunch?

Rebel Rider: They’re having another street race tonight. It was all over school. At lunch, my lab partner, Travis, invited me to go with him, and Tristian overheard. He came up to us and told Travis I couldn’t go because my bedtime was at eight o’clock and that my daddy has to tuck me in to read me my bedtime story. He said it obnoxiously loud, so of course the entire cafeteria started laughing. Including, Travis. He then backed away from me like I suddenly had the plague. It was awful. When I turned to go off on Tristian, he was gone. I avoided him for the rest of the day, but it didn’t matter. He changed the code on my locker again, and I couldn’t get my books for class. The janitor had to cut the lock off again, and I was late for 4th period.

Full Throttle: Why don’t you report him to the principal?

Rebel Rider: I can’t risk it getting back to my parents that he’s bullying me. They’ll pull me out of school, and I’ll be homeschooled for the rest of high school, which is probably what he wants. I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Even though I’d love to get him in trouble, it’s just not worth it for me.

Full Throttle: No good deed goes unpunished.

Rebel Rider: Tell me about it. Whatever. I’m still going to the street race.

Full Throttle: What about your parents?

Rebel Rider: I told them I was studying with my friend Erica. She’s picking me up tonight.

Full Throttle: You’re becoming quite the little liar.

I laughed.

Rebel Rider: I’m a bad girl now, didn’t you know? What are you doing tonight?

Full Throttle: Might take my bike for a ride.

Rebel Rider: Ugh! I’m so jealous.

Full Throttle: You want to ride on the back of my bike, Rebel Rider?