The Love of My Bully

Glancing back in his mirror, he saw Sean and Prudence hadn’t moved, and from the look of things, they were fighting. That, he found interesting.

Sean felt threatened by him.

It wasn’t like he and Prudence had ever gotten along. Most of the time, he found a great deal of fun in making her life hell. She responded differently to everyone else around him.

Pulling into his driveway, he saw his friends waiting for him. They didn’t look happy and neither was Drake. He wanted some alone time to start planning.

What he was planning, he didn’t have the first fucking clue.

The kiss played again in his head. Prudence’s lips had been so soft beneath his.

Would it be so wrong to find out what the hell was going on there?

He stayed in his car, waiting for the rage and anger to subside. When it did, he climbed out, facing his friends. They all looked like fucking idiots, waiting for their master to tell them what to do. He just wanted to tear them all apart.

None of them were as interesting as Prudence, but there would be time for him to have his fun. He could wait.

Chapter Nine

Save her from the penis

Boredom was not something Prudence was used to, especially not in the summer. Between her job and Sean, she kept pretty busy. Only, Sean wasn’t talking to her. She didn’t see what the problem was. Drake had taken her home and because she refused to explain what was going on, Sean had been avoiding her. He wouldn’t even spend the day with her and that was why she ended up walking to the new tourist park alone.

She stretched her arms up above her head, lifting them and moving, trying to think of something that could end the boredom. She’d read about ten books in the last week alone. Her eyes hurt and her head pounded from all the knowledge she was sucking up.

Whatever happened with Drake was none of Sean’s business. It didn’t matter to him what she did, and she couldn’t believe he was taking it this personally.

It made no sense at all. She wanted to believe it was all nothing, but the tingling she got on her lips meant otherwise. She couldn’t stop thinking about the meanest little prick in the world. Drake wasn’t the kind of guy she wanted to have a crush on or have any feelings toward. He was her enemy. Someone she had to steer clear of.

At night, when she couldn’t seem to tame her thoughts, he was there, all the time. There was no getting away from the feelings he evoked.

This was why she had decided to go for a walk. What was the point of constantly calling Sean to have her calls ignored, or even standing outside his front door waiting for him to see sense just for him to close the door on her? There was only so much rejection she was willing to take.

She walked down the dirt path. The large trees offered a reasonable amount of much-needed shade. It was way too hot, even for her. She had opted for a thin-strapped top and denim shorts, complete with a pair of sneakers. When she could only hear the sounds of distant birds, she paused, leaning against a tree, hoping Drake didn’t invade her mind.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Drake said.

She opened her eyes and tried not to sob as the person she was very much trying to escape stood right there in front of her with a smug smile.

“What do you want, Drake?”

He moved toward her but she didn’t run.

Her heart started to pound and that curl of excitement that had been dormant for so long seemed to ignite the closer he got. She tilted her head to the side, waiting.

He placed a hand beside her head, and with his other, he cupped her cheek.

“What are you doing there?”

“I imagine I’m doing the exact same thing as you.”

She didn’t think for a second he was trying to run from his thoughts.

“You’re not trying to pull away,” he said.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking.”

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“Do you really want to know?”

Did she? This guy was her enemy. “Why not? It’s not like we’re going anywhere. No matter where I go, you’re always there.”

He laughed. “Seeing as we’re being so honest.” He pressed his body against hers. Rather than be repulsed, she liked it. Curious, she waited for what he had to say next. His gaze moved to her lips before going back up again.

“I’m thinking about kissing you right now.”

“You are?”

“Yes.” His thumb ran across her bottom lip. “What is it about you that I can’t get out of my fucking head?”

“You think this is easy for me?” she asked. “I don’t like you.”

“But you want me to kiss you.”

She didn’t say a word. What was the point? He was very much aware of what she wanted, regardless if she really wanted it. Licking her lips, she stared at his, waiting.