Make You Beg

Trying to block him out, I stare down at the quiz. What if he tells all his friends what he saw? The guys have made it publicly known they own me, so kids think we sleep together, but they haven’t shown anyone what we do, as far as I know. And although I don’t give a fuck what people think, I do care if pictures or videos are being spread of me. They won’t understand this fucked-up situation I have found myself in.

A small, folded piece of paper lands on my desk. I reach for it, snatching it off, and hold it down in my lap, trying to hide it.

Swallowing nervously, I open it up. My hands shake as I read over the four words. My eyes instantly snap over to look at Nicholas. He’s leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide and a smirk on his face. He grabs his crotch, and I look down to see the outline of his very hard but small dick. Looks like the pencil in his hand—long but skinny.

With a pen, he’s written your face here along the length of his cock on the outside of his jeans.

Anger rises at the fact he saw that. “You …”

“Miss Greene!” My name rings out in the silent classroom.

Swallowing, I look up to find my teacher glaring right at me. “Share your note with the class,” Mrs. Shephard demands.

I sink into my chair. “No … I don’t think—”

“It was not a suggestion,” she interrupts me. “Share your note with the class.”

Everyone’s eyes are on me, and I slowly get up from my seat, trying to think of a plan. I can’t read this. Not in front of everyone. It’s worse than what he wrote on his jeans.

Coming to the front, I fold it up and hand it to her. “You may read it.” Maybe once she sees what’s on it, she won’t make me read it out loud.

She crosses her arms over her overly large paid for chest and narrows her blue eyes up at me. “We’re waiting.”

Licking my lips, I open it up with shaky hands. I keep my eyes on the paper. “Suck my cock, slut.”

The entire class bursts out into laughter, and my stomach drops, praying the floor will swallow me up and spit me out somewhere else.

“Miss Greene,” Mrs. Shephard gasps. “That is inappropriate.”

My teeth grind to keep my mouth shut. No shit! Instead, I look up, and my eyes land on Monroe, but he’s not laughing along with the rest of the bastards. No, his eyes are on Nicholas, and if looks could kill, he’d be dead.

RYAN SCOUT

“We have a problem,” Monroe states, sitting down at our lunch table.

I look around to see where Henley is. He always walks her to the cafeteria since they have third period together.

“Where’s Henley?” I ask. Whatever the problem is, it can wait.

“That’s the problem,” he states.

My jaw tightens. “What?” I snap.

He looks at Law, who plops down to my right. “She opened up your video in class. I didn’t realize it until it was too late, but I’m pretty sure Nicholas saw it.” He fists his hands. “Then he passed her a note.”

Law snorts. “A note? That’s sweet.”

“Well, the teacher saw it and made her stand in front of the class and read it.”

I hear laughter, and I look over to see Nicholas enter with three of his best friends from the basketball team. “What did it say?” I demand, looking back at Dax. He needs to get to the point.

“It said suck my cock, slut.”

We all go silent; Law grips his fork in a tight fist. Even Rellik looks up from his cell. Pure fucking rage runs through me at the thought of him even touching her.

I look over my shoulder to see him laughing, and he grabs his crotch. No doubt retelling his story to them and making it sound like he could have a piece of her if he wanted.

“Then what happened?” Rellik growls.

“Teacher sent her to the principal’s office. Haven’t seen her since.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

HENLEY

DETENTION!

I got in trouble for reading off four words to a classroom that I didn’t even write. I tried to tell the bitch that it was inappropriate, but she didn’t want to hear it. And when I tried to explain it to the principal, he waved it off. His little niece is perfect. She would never!

Well, fuck them both.

Now I’m sitting in a silent classroom with three other kids I don’t even know, staring at a fucking speck on the wall in front of me.

I wasn’t even able to return to my classes for the rest of the day. He told them to count me absent. How the fuck does that even work? I’m at fucking school. He even took my backpack that had my cell phone and car keys in it.