Rise of the Rebel High

Chapter 5

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Perhaps after this transaction, our relationship would become even worse. But since it wasn't good before, it didn't really matter if it got worse. I made up my mind, and amidst her gasps, I tremblingly reached into her clothes and placed my hand on her bra, feeling the softness and gentle touch in there.

"Ah...."

Natasha couldn't help but moan as she felt my gentle touch.

Then Natasha's face turned red, and she endured the tickling sensation without making a sound.

I felt a tremendous sense of satisfaction in my heart. This was something all the boys in the school wanted to do, and now I had done it. As I continued to caress, I said, "Feels good, huh? Why did you pretend to be so innocent back at home? I bet you're not a virgin anymore, right?"

Upon hearing my words, Natasha trembled slightly, and she suddenly exclaimed angrily, "What does it have to do with you? Stop talking nonsense!"

Before I could even take a closer look, Natasha's phone suddenly rang, and she interrupted me, saying, "I... I need to take this call. I'll be right back."

I was about to suggest she could take the call after we finished when she answered the phone, saying, "Hello? Briana, I'm not home. What's up? Oh, I see. Okay, I'll be there right away."

The girl Natasha was talking with on the phone was Briana Wilson, a close friend of hers.

After Natasha hung up, she said coldly to me, "Briana needs me right now. We're done for today. I'll wait for you at home on the weekend."

I was reluctant to let her go and reached out to stop her.

Natasha, with a hint of sarcasm, said, "As long as you're not afraid that Briana will come and beat you up when she sees you later, you can continue."

I was instantly afraid and shut up, allowing Natasha to put her clothes back on.

"Wimp!" As Natasha passed by me, she spat out this comment without even looking at me, then walked away.

I smiled bitterly, feeling somewhat annoyed. Perhaps what she said was true. I was a "wimp."

Back in the dorm, my mind was consumed with thoughts of Natasha. Not of her in the grove, but of the countless moments we had grown up together and her calling me a "wimp."

Could it be that I was starting to fall for her?

This thought suddenly popped into my head and startled me. I shook my head vigorously, trying to shake off the idea, but it seemed to have taken root.

I didn't fall asleep until very late that night. In my dream, I clenched my fists and said, "I don't want to be a wimp!"

The next day, with dark circles under my eyes, I entered the classroom. Natasha frowned at me for a moment, then ignored me, picking up her phone to play games.

Today, after a bit of grooming, Natasha returned to her usual youthful and beautiful state. As the most charming girl in the grade, Natasha boasted of gorgeous look and charismatic personality like a masterpiece from heaven. When we first entered high school, many boys in the class admired her, but since a young man showed up, no one dared to like Natasha anymore.

His name was Gabriel Arnold, the president of the Nightworth Basketball Club. He didn't perform well academically, and it was rumored that he paid a hefty sum to enroll in our high school. He also took advantage of his wealth and was surrounded with a group of lackeys.

With these lackeys, he broke the legs of two guys who confessed their feelings to Natasha. He even forced their faces into the toilet bowl. Eventually, these two boys were forced to transfer schools and reportedly developed depression. After that, no one in the school dared to confess their feelings to Natasha, and even the boys who were close to her severed their connections.

I was the only exception. Not because I was exceptional, but because he knew I was timid. Gabriel didn't think someone like me would be liked by Natasha, so he didn't even bother to pay any attention to me.

After class, I deliberately squeezed over toward Natasha, who looked at me with disgust and said, "Stay away from me."

I whispered, "Did you forget what you promised me yesterday?" Natasha replied, "No, I didn't forget." I said, "Then let me touch you." Natasha looked surprised and said, "During class? Aren't you afraid it'll affect your studies?"

I said, "I'm not afraid. You promised me yesterday, and you still haven't let me touch you."

Natasha frowned and said, "I said wait until the weekend when we're home, I'll let you touch and do more, Okay?"

I was anxious and was about to speak, but Natasha gave me a stern look and said, "If you touch me, I'll call Briana!"

I felt timid. Although Briana was a girl, when she got angry, even the tough guys were scared.

According to others, Briana once caught her boyfriend cheating on her. In response, she had the girl stripped naked in front of her boyfriend, then threw her into the boys' restroom.

I didn't know how they resolved the situation at the time, but I knew that the girl withdrew from school the next day, and Briana's boyfriend ended up being beaten by the thugs Briana had called.

Being unable to touch Natasha, I finally waited until the end of the class. Natasha answered a call, then prepared to leave happily.

I hurried to catch up, reaching her at the classroom door, and grabbed her arm, asking, "Who were you talking to on the phone?"

Natasha forcefully shook off my hand and looked at me impatiently, saying, "It's none of your business. Who do you think you are?"

I said, "I'm your brother."

Natasha suddenly laughed, but her smile was tinged with disdain. She said, "A brother who only uses photos to threaten his sister into making out with him?" With that, she left without looking back.

I was stunned, watching Natasha's retreating figure, feeling as if I'd been struck hard. At that moment, a guy passed by me, patting my shoulder and, saying, "I noticed today you weren't paying attention in class, just staring at Natasha. Did you fall for her? She's Gabriel's girl. Be careful."

This guy was Riley Fraser. When we first started high school, he confessed to Natasha, but after Gabriel found out, he got beaten up and dared not get too close to Natasha again.

I got annoyed at once, shouting at him, "Shut up!"

Riley was stunned. He didn't expect that I, who was often bullied, would dare to shout at him. He pushed me and said, "Who are you telling to shut up?"

Both of us spoke loudly, and the remaining students in the class heard it. They stopped their activities and watched us with interest. One of them even said to Riley, "Riley, don't tell me you can't beat him."

I was a little panicked, then silently taking two steps back and not daring to look at Riley.

Riley laughed with those students around, saying, "If I can't even beat him, I might as well go to hell."

Then Riley grabbed my collar, patting my cheek, and said, "Who were you telling to shut up just now?"

I regretted it deeply. I shouldn't have shouted at him. I said, "Riley, I didn't mean it."

Riley spat, "Is that so?"

I said, "Then what do you want me to do?" Riley saw that I was so scared, and he sneered and said, "Alright, since you didn't mean it, how about you give me 100 dollars?"

I said, "I don't have that much money." Riley scoffed, cursed, and then told me to give him whatever I had.

I took out 5 dollars and handed it to him. He disdainfully took the 5 dollars, then patted my cheek, saying, "You're really poor. The 5 dollars is just interest. Remember to give me 100 dollars tomorrow."

I watched his departing figure, not daring to say a word. Actually, I didn't have much money. I used my meal card in the cafeteria. Jasper and Selena recharged it every month. Thinking that there might be cases where I need money, Jasper and Selena would give me 100 dollars each weekend I went home.

That wasn't a small amount, but I was often bullied, and the weekly money was always snatched away by those who bullied me. Several times I wanted to gather the courage to resist, but in the end, I didn't dare.

Just as Natasha said, I was a wimp.

After Riley left, the remaining students also left. Their eyes were full of contempt and disdain as they passed by me.

The next day, I arrived at the classroom early, wiped my seat clean, and then looked at the seat where Natasha was going to sit and wiped it too.

Connor Brown looked at me mockingly and said, "Did you really fall for Natasha? Keep dreaming."

I ignored him and silently wiped the seat.

Connor sneered at me again. Seeing that I didn't respond, he got bored and didn't say anything more.

As class time approached, Natasha arrived. Coincidentally, Riley followed behind Natasha. After he entered, he walked straight to me. Natasha glanced at us in confusion and then sat down.

Riley plopped down on my desk, disdainfully looking at me and reaching out his hand, "Where’s the money?"

I whispered, "Class is about to start. I'll give it to you after class."

But Riley deliberately raised his voice, saying, "No, give it to me now."

His shout made the students around us look at us. Some who had left early yesterday didn't understand what was going on. After asking other classmates, they also laughed at me when they learned what happened.

Riley enjoyed the attention of our classmates. I had no choice but to take out 100 dollars from my pocket. It was the money I kept to pay for extracurricular activities. This time, I needed to pay 500 dollars, but I couldn't give it all to him.

With a surprised look, Riley took the money and said, "I didn't expect you actually had it."

After saying that, Riley stood up. I thought he was going to leave, but then he knocked on my desk and said, "Remember, if you're a wimp, you should act like one, understand?"

I ignored him and silently took out my books and placed them on the desk.

Riley felt a bit embarrassed. He grabbed my collar and said, "Did you hear me or not?"

I was frightened, and my book fell to the ground. and I nodded quickly. Then Riley let go, returning to his seat. At this moment, Connor suddenly ran to Natasha and said, "Patrick told me he likes you and even wants to sleep with you. Is it right?"