SIMONA
"You either chose one out of those two, or go by little whore. I am sure everyone at school will be so happy to find out how slutty the innocent and quiet girl is." He smirks, his dimple making a deep indentation In his cheeks.
"You wouldn't." I challenged.
"Try me little whore. All I have to do is let out an intentional slip to the wrong person about how you peek into my bedroom every night and fuck yourself to orgasm." He threatens.
Wait—he knew?
This damn guy meant every single word he said. I could barely stand being teased by just him alone. What would happen if the other delinquents dicks find out?
I might be forced to drop out of college.
"You are the devil!" I spat. His smirk widens.
"Clock's ticking little whore."
I clenched my fist. I glared hard at him. My expression showing that I hated this. But do I really?
I pass as sweet, quiet and innocent. But I am twisted. Only I know how twisted and fucked up I really am. I am drawn to things that are unlikely and frowned upon. Things that will weird people out. I am very much glad that this isn't a fantasy world were there are mind-readers. If there are indeed people who can see what others are thinking, then I am fucked. So fucked.
As a kid, I was drawn to horror movies and cartoon books when other kids were drawn to fake and sweet fairytale stories. I preferred realism than beautifully polished lies. Which is one of the reasons why I am drawn to Elion Mayers—the narcissist fuck boy with questionable attitudes.
I mask my wild self under a facade of sweet calm innocence.
I read that it is one of the manipulative ability of a psychopath; letting people believe the opposite of what you really are.
I am not a psychopath. I just do not want people to know how inwardly depraved I am. The manipulation facade worked for everyone; my mother, my acquaintances and friend. Note that. Friend.
Everyone except this entitled panty dropper.
"Do you really have to do this?"
A glint of mischievousness passes through his eyes at my question.
"Annoying you is what I live for."
"The first one."
"What?"
"I chose the first one. Peeking mouse."
He hummed disappointedly. "Now I regret putting out options in the first place. See you tonight at the window, peeking mouse."
He walks away after saying that. I was pulling my bicycle into the driveway when he suddenly yells,
"We should do a threesome sometime. I doubt those tiny fingers of yours can do much in satisfying you!"
It is barely 7am in the morning. We were the only ones outside. But the way he shouted it... I am sure the whole neighborhood heard that. Max, a neighbour's bulldog began barking out on his owner's porch. It must have hated the profaned words Elion just spewed. Elion was sauntering away like he didn't just say the word "threesome" out loud. I quickly got on my bicycle and drove away.
He just said that to spite me. He doesn't mean it—sadly.
NORTH WOOD UNIVERSITY COLLEGE
I parked my bicycle in a hidden corner near the trimmed maze gardens. I knew my place and always avoided the parking lot as my old bicycle would look ludicrous compared to the posh rides parked there.
The flashy cars and students dazzling in designer outfits was a constant reminder to me that I was very lucky to get into this school.
Northwood university college is a prestigious college. It consistently ranks among the top universities in the world. It is a dream school for many teenagers out there. It is seen as elite and a top school from afar. But in close reality, it is a playground for the rich kids to do whatever they want. The less than one percent of poor students who make it in on scholarship are shown glimpses of what hell looks like by the diamond delinquents. The diamond delinquents are kids of wealthy figures—politicians, business tycoons and A list celebrities.
I got in thanks to my mother's wealthy husband. The man is really rich. The chunk of money thrown into my bank account every month was testament of that. I was very thankful. But I kept my distance, choosing to stay alone rather than move in with them in their grand mansion. As thankful as I am to him for his presence in my mother's life, having to stay under the same roof would be too much. He has a child too according to my mom A son whom she referred to as deeply stubborn and bad news. The stepfather himself might not be a problem. But his son was. The things I heard about him from my mom contributed to me deciding to live alone. I don't want to have to step on eggshells. So I spared everyone the awkwardness. That being said, my aesthetic was in the middle between poor and wealthy. Without my stepfather, I would have been one of those scholarship students.
I saw a girl carrying a lot of bags—a backpack, two leather sachel, and three designer handbags. She was lagging behind a group of girls, some of whom I recognize to be on the glory cheerleading team. Power dynamics. The scholarship students were practically slaves for the wealthy ones. "Be very careful with those bags Melissa. You wouldn't be able to pay for a single one of them even if you sold yourself and your family." One of the cheer girls yells at the girl juggling the bags. Her friends laugh. I helplessly grit my teeth at the bully and useless display of power dynamics like I always do.
Today was sports day for the tennis girls club, which I am part of. I hated sports. But it was compulsory to belong to at least one sports club. Stupid rule. I begrudgingly picked tennis as it seemed like the easiest of all the sports. All I had to do was stand on one side of a tennis lawn and swing the bat however lazily I want to. I have been yelled at alot by the coach because of that. But I don't care. I will do the same thing until she decides to throw me out of the team.
Someone bumps into me causing my glasses to fall to the floor. The guy walks off without an apology when he had been the one who bumped into me. This being my sophomore year in college, those shitty behaviors do not faze me anymore. I sighed, squatting to pick up my glasses. I heard a ripping sound. Followed by the feeling of cold air on my underwear and ass.
Did my pants just rip?
Oh shit.
"Oh, wow. Look at that." Someone whistles.
"Wait, hold on guys. I think she is wearing a thong. Look!" Another chime excitedly for everyone to hear.
Okay not just one guy, but a group of annoying jocks were standing right behind me. Some leaning against their locker. This just had to happen today of all days. I was indeed wearing a black thong panty. To make matters worse, I was wearing a small, short blouse that cannot cover my exposed ass!