Bryce crashed his lips against hers, and slid his arm on her waist dragging her closer to himself. Rachel tried to pull away, hitting his chest multiple times but his grip was stronger than hers. She shut her mouth, resisting the urge to melt into his arms.
Smack!
She gave Bryce a resounding slap that brought back his senses. He held his cheek, where the slap landed and pulled away.
Bryce blinked, “Rachel. What is your problem?!” His face was red and the part she had slapped him was stinking.
Rachel wiped her lips with the back of her palm, anger boiling in her chest. “You are a b***h!” She cursed. “Who do you think I am? One of your w***e?! You think I'm Marissa? You're a p*****t!”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “You are trying to force yourself on me? Let me make this clear to yo
