Damned to the bad boy

Wendy's POV “Finally!! Yes! Finally, I get to walk through those gates!” The joy of finally getting a spot at Donald's High was more than overwhelming. It filled my soul. “Finally, I get to take revenge for what he did to me and my mom. Yes, I'm coming for you, Dad, just watch out…” A cold smile tugged across the corners of my lips as the big banner stood up the chandelier, my eyes glowing at it. “WELCOME TO DONALD'S HIGH.” My eyes narrowed as I moved softly, counting my every step. The cold air that ruled the area was somewhat intimidating. The moment I walked through those gates, I knew it, I felt it, I had just crossed hell. The prying eyes of the students hanging around by the corner sent shivers down my spine. I wonder what I did wrong… “Watch it, b***h!” What the… One of them bumped into me, the strong scent of his expensive perfume filled my soul. Instead of acknowledging what he did, he abused me… who does that?! Well, I ain't here for people like him… As I moved towards the principal's office, my heart hammered against my chest as I heard their cold whispers. “Poor thing! Just look at her cheap dress…” I was forced to speed up and struggled not to bump into anyone again. For the record, it's very hard to avoid drama in this school, even though it's your first day. Some students were already fighting… I quietly ignored them all and headed straight to the office. After concluding with the registration, the cold eyes of the principal locked on to mine, his hands clasped hard on mine, his deep voice echoed across the room. “Welcome to Donald's High, Wendy Williams…” He showed me my room and left. The room was already occupied by another student, her name was Sara Hughes or something, I can't remember. I was too busy unpacking my stuff when the door flung open. The smacking of their lips troubled my mind. Her body thud against the bed softly, her eyes glowing like sapphires fixed on him–the hot boy with a sexy broad chest and dark hazel eyes. Like, they didn't even care that I was here. It was almost as if I was invincible. Well, I'd like to stay that way. His hands fisted her breasts, pinching and eating her hardened n*****s as she moaned softly, her body rustling against the bed as she squirmed. Her moans filled the air as his fingers slid beneath her skirt, pushed past the wet pants and found its way in. “Oh! f**k yes!!” The overwhelming ecstasy in her feeble voice sank into my soul and made me shiver. My body trembled violently as I fought hard to keep my emotions intact. I must say, this is quite a welcome. Slowly, he fisted and ate her p***y as she cried with uncontrollable emotions and lustful desires. Her widened lips sunk slowly into his hardened c**k as he held her shattered hair firmly, her mouth gulping it in like it was candy and letting out muffled cries. He spanked her ass hard as she sucked it, her eyes reddened. Cold sensations ran down his spine, I know that feeling, he's definitely going to c*m in her mouth. What?! The liquids escaped his c**k and found its way to her throat. She wanted to spit it out but he quickly held her lips and shut it. “Swallow it…” She did, without any hesitation. Eww! I can't take this madness anymore. I decided to make myself known since they didn't notice me. The humming of my throat rang out sharp and I rolled my box against the wall. That was when they turned to me and acted as if they were just seeing me. Silly idiots. “Oh, you're here. My new roomie? Wendy right?” I nodded affirmatively. “You can come join us?” He chuckled. What the… “f**k you!” My legs swiftly exited the room while the two silly hags continued with their crazy romance. The things I heard about this school were a total underestimation. I can't deny it. The whole place was a frenzied zone. Like, just imagine, in a school, students playing poker? Having s*x at various corners? Drinking and smoking openly? Red markers saying it's off limits for teachers? Gay and lesbians? Damn it!!! This is a different world on its own. This is hell. I never imagined this. But one thing is certain, I'm going to get my revenge on him – Sir McDonald, my father. The one silly man that abandoned my mom and I on the streets to suffer, whereas, he owned this school. A smirk formed across the corners of his lips as I saw some students kissing against his painting on the wall. As it stands, I don't even know what to do. I'm just a lonely girl walking in a war zone, with no knowledge of what I'm doing. The one person that should have guided me was my sick roomie, but clearly, she wasn't in such a mood. The school supposed to have something like a tour guide or stuff like that? Come on! In my dilemma, I bumped into someone. All his books shattered to the floor. Oh God! Not again. His eyes glowed with something I can't understand. It wasn't hate, not lust, not love, not anger, I don't know. Maybe care or sympathy for the lonely dog walking all alone in the streets. “Hi. I'm sorry. I wasn't looking…” I quickly apologized and bent over and helped him pack the books. “Don't worry. It's not your fault. I wasn't looking either…” We chuckled for a bit and got up together. This is the first sane person I've met in this s**t hole of a school. “You're new here right?” I nodded. “Oh, I'm Alvin.” I shook hands with him, his blue eyes locked on to mine. His pale white skin brushed against mine. “Yeah. I'm Wendy, nice to meet you…” He offered to show me around and took me all around the school. But he always said I wasn't even close to knowing fully… I've been walking for miles and hours and I'm still not close. Damn! The giant bell echoed across the area. I almost fell to the ground but he helped me up. “I've got to go now. It's time for class…” “Wait… what about me?” He had already dashed away without looking back. Fuck! Wait, I remember the principal mentioned something about this bell and an art class… Oh! Immediately, I ran off into the endless hallway back to my room to get my notes when I bumped into him–the same kid that dropped the application form back at the bar where I walked that got me access to this place. His hot and expensive coffee spilled over his finely pressed suit. His eyes burned with rage, but most of all, disgust. He looked at me like I was a total piece of s**t, like I was nothing. That's the one thing I hate in my whole life. The feeling of being worthless… “I'm sorry…” I pleaded and tried to walk away. Struggling to fight back the anger searing in me, he still had the guts to hold me back. I don't know, maybe he was sort of a king here or what, I don't know their hierarchy, but I know this kid. “How dare you? You'll have to kneel before me and beg… pick up my coffee cup and present it with reverence… use your cheap jacket and wipe off my ruined own… that's how things work here, b***h!” The second time someone called me, ‘bitch.’ The students gathered round, but I was in no mood for drama. I can't miss class on my first day, most importantly, start a fight with a boy… I should kneel before him? Wipe his jacket with mine? My cheap jacket, right? He must be dreaming. I yanked my hands away from him and pushed him away. “f**k off…”