The Bully's Princess

Chapter Six - Messing with the Bully

The feel of a warm body gliding so deliciously next to hers was more than enough for Dahlia. His body was so warm that she wrapped her hands tightly in his jacket.

Peter was flabbergasted. He had brought her in there to tell her off not act as her body heater, pushing her away from him in a startled start. He wrapped his jacket closer to himself.

"What was that? Do you also want a piece of me, Dahlia Golden? " He mocked, his eyes dancing with mischief. He yearned to scare her off.

Dahlia ignored him. She could barely hold herself up after he pushed her away so suddenly. Checking her surroundings, they were in an empty classroom. She wondered how he had transported her all the way. She got her answer when she saw him rotating his shoulders painfully.

"Your weight is equal to that of a log of wood."

"That’s a lie." My mom makes me do the scale every morning. " Dahlia defended herself.

"Are you showing off the fact that you have a mother again?" Peter said, cutting her off.

"I said I was sorry." That was a slip of the tongue. I don’t know what happened with you, mom, and I'm sorry for saying that. "

"You are not sorry."

"I am"

"No, you don’t look it. You secretly like it. Being the centre of attention. Everyone dotes on you. You enjoy it, and you make other children feel left out. "You are just a self-centred b***h"

Dahlia’s eyes grew wet with tears at his words, which was exactly the reaction Peter was expecting and enjoyed seeing in her.

"Maybe it's high time you knew your place here in Westernside." Babies like you are not accepted in Edron. In Edron, only the tough can survive. And you are not cut out for that. "

Dahlia allowed her tears to run free.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I just don’t like you. Must there be a reason? "Peter gloated as he approached her. Dahlia cowered away from him.

"Yes, there has to be a reason. You are blaming me for something you are currently lacking. You are so bitter towards me. You don’t even see the problem is not me. The problem is you. You are so blinded by your rage at your dysfunctional family that you hate to see the peace in mine and the product of having a happy home. "

"Shut up, you behave like a damn princess all the time. It is exhausting. Everyone treats you like an egg, like you are some precious gem, while I am garbage that should be thrown off into the bin. That makes me sick," Peter shouted, his voice grim.

Dahlia was dumfounded, panting heavily. "That is no fault of mine."

"You either shut up this minute or I tear that mouth of yours apart." He threatened

"You can't do anything to me, Peter. Just go cure yourself and leave me alone. No one will love you if you don’t even love yourself. I love myself. Peter. That is why my parents love me. "

"You know nothing about my family? You know nothing about my mom. So keep quiet and stop showing off in front of me. "Peter backed off from her and began walking out of the classroom. "

"At least I know this much. You behave this way because of what you are experiencing at home. Your father is violent towards you whenever he is drunk. We heard it all in our apartments. The door was open. I heard him throw the bottles at Peter... "

"Keep quiet, you know nothing." Peter closed his eyes. He would have to shut her up if she was not going to stop using that mouth of hers. She knew so much about him that he would break her if she ever let any of it get out to anyone. He was already an outcast in his own town. He didn’t want to be cast out entirely.

He matched with smart strides. He dragged a frightened Dahlia, who shivered madly as Peter removed all of her sweaters and neck scarfs. She shouted as the cold began getting to her. She shivered violently as he removed the last of her winter clothing.

"Are you cold?"

Dahlia shivered, stuttering "Yes... yes."

"Maybe that will teach you a lesson never to run your mouth at me."

"Give me my sweater." She beat at him weakly. The school uniform was so thin, the cold gummed the shirt to her skin.

Smirking, Peter dragged her close to him. His heat warmed her up instantly. She ran into his arms to fully enjoy the warmth his boy offered, no matter how much he hated her. He was the only one available to give her succour right now, and she would take it.

Peter tensed up at the feminine body so close to his. He was aware of all of her immediately after she ran into him. He had flirted severally with Anna and some other school girls to know his body’s reaction to a female. Instinctively, his hands wrapped around her, dragging her body deeper into his.

Her hands were so cold, he warmed them up with his. The change in the aura around them was so swift, Dahlia only wanted more of the intense warmth in her stomach. She noticed Peter had stopped moving. His breath was fanning her face. His hands did a perusal of her body in a frenzied hurry. The excitement she felt made her shiver. She tried to remove her hand from his, but he held her chin instead, tracing her thumb with one finger, then parted her hair, bending down to claim her lips with his. She was so startled that she jumped at the intruding force in her mouth. Peter held her in place, taking all she had to offer.

He left her lips, tracing his tongue all the way to her collarbone, her ear, and then back to her mouth. He pushed in deeper. His hands traced down to her back, dragging her in for more. The tingle of mad pleasure ran through him as he did that. It was their first kiss, and he planned on making it worthwhile. He planned on taking her, not just her lips. It would be all of her.

He held her firmly, kissing her thoroughly. When Dahlia closed her eyes, her hands found their way to his head, scattering the neatly arranged hair he had on.

He carried her from the floor when her knees failed her. He set her on the desk, not breaking the kiss. His hands played down into her school uniform, searching for more pleasure.

Dahlia held his hands. She pivoted her lips away from his. She looked down to see her uniform was open. Her breasts were exposed to his gaze.

Their gazes met. Dahlia closed her shirt immediately. She jumped down from the desk and put on her sweater. Peter helped her arrange her neck tie. Neither of them were able to explain what had just taken place between them.

"Peter," Anna’s soft voice called into the empty room. "Peter turned, exposing Dahlia to her view."

"Daliya?"

"What do you want?" Peter asked, taking Anna’s attention off Dahlia.

"Principal Lancester wants you. He is with Dahlia’s mum. "

Peter’s body went cold. "Do you know why?" He cleaned his mouth. They must look thoroughly kissed. He snuck a side view of Dahlia, who was looking flushed, and her lips definitely had some color; her cheeks were bright red.

Anna’s eyes followed his gaze. She swallowed her anger and maintained a civil gaze.

"Now I don’t know why they called for you though." But I think it's best you run along. We both know Principal Lancester looks for every opportunity to pick on you. "You don’t want to keep him waiting," Anna called sweetly.

Peter nodded. He ran off without a second thought. The fact that Mrs. Golden was in principal Lancester's office was questionable. Dahlia had mentioned that they had heard his father throwing a bottle at him the night before. What was her deal exactly?

The Golden Family were becoming a delicious torn in his blistered body. But maybe he could use Dahlia to soothe it all away.

He ran to the office without looking back.

Dahlia looked at Anna and made to move past her.

"Stop right there. You acted like you were not interested in my man, like your friend Peter, but it seems you would gladly open your legs for him. Why don’t I tell you a few things that happen to good girls who try to steal the bad girls'