Rise of the Rebel High

Chapter 6

The classroom was quiet, and Connor's voice was clear enough for the whole class to hear. Natasha trembled slightly, her face instantly paled as she looked at me.

I froze, then slammed the desk and stood up. I pointed at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense. When did I say that?"

"Natasha, after you left yesterday, Patrick stared at your back for a long time. Maybe he has bad ideas for you," Riley suddenly exclaimed as he returned to his seat, grinning at me and Natasha.

I stole a glance at Natasha and saw her looking at me with a complex expression, disappointment evident in her eyes.

Just as I was about to explain, our counselor, Dexter, walked in. He started collecting money for study materials, and everyone else paid except me. I had given 100 dollars to Riley.

"Why haven't you paid?" Dexter asked.

I lowered my head and took out the remaining 400 dollars, saying, "I don't have enough money."

Dexter didn't believe me. To be able to get into this high school, even if one wasn't a good student, he wouldn't be short of money. So he didn't believe that I would be short of just 100 dollars.

"Then borrow from your classmates," Dexter said coldly. He hadn't always treated me this way. Because I was doing well academically, Dexter was initially quite supportive.

However, in the first semester of my freshman year, I was often bullied by the classmates Natasha called over. Every time, I would confide in Dexter. Initially, he tried to guide me, but over time, he realized I was just a coward, so he began to dislike me.

Since then, the attitudes of other teachers towards me had also changed. They looked down on me from the bottom of their hearts.

Even if I did well academically, those teachers wouldn't change their opinion of me. They would only say, "Oh, that coward's test scores have improved again."

In the eyes of the teachers, I was a coward, incapable of achieving anything even if I excelled academically.

I lowered my head, without saying a word or borrowing money from my classmates. Dexter knew the situation and said he'd cover for me, and I could pay him back next week when I had the money.

"Thank you," I replied.

During class, I quietly explained to Natasha that I didn't say those words.

Natasha remained silent, then grew annoyed. She yelled, "You're annoying!"

She was punished by the teacher for shouting in class and made to stand at the back of the classroom. I stole a glance at Natasha, and I could sense a hint of relief in her eyes.

Perhaps, in her view, standing at the back of the classroom was better than sitting next to me.

After class, Natasha tossed her textbook onto the desk without even looking at me, and she walked out of the classroom without a glance.

I quickly followed her, grabbing her arm and explaining that those words were purely Connor's fabrication. I never said any of it.

Natasha glanced up at me and simply said, "Fine."

I thought that Natasha didn't understand, so I explained it again. Finally, Natasha impatiently said, "You don't need to explain. It's Friday now, and tonight we can go home. We'll make out, and then you delete the photos. We'll be strangers from then on, Okay?"

As she noticed that people around us were starting to pay attention, she quickly shook off my hand and walked away without looking back.

As I watched Natasha's leaving figure, I inexplicably felt a pang of sadness. I wanted to tell her that I liked her, but I was afraid of being scorned and ridiculed by her.

Today, I couldn't concentrate in class again, and we even had a math quiz in the afternoon. I was so annoyed and hastily completed the test, and then I rested on the desk, wanting to take a nap. But every time I closed my eyes, all I could think of was Natasha. It made me restless.

Several times, I wanted to say something to Natasha, but she ignored me.

As soon as school ended, Natasha hurriedly left, and I quickly caught up with her. Natasha stopped in her tracks and coldly said, "Don't follow me. Just go back home, and we'll do it."

I was just being pathetic. I wanted to improve our relationship and have a better connection with her, but I also wanted to sleep with her. However, I knew that if we actually did that, we could never reconcile. At that moment, I was consumed by desire, and upon hearing that she hadn't changed her mind, I felt somewhat relieved.

Natasha took a taxi home, while I asked her for some change and took a bus home.

When I arrived home, Natasha had already changed into a dress. At this moment, Jasper and Selena hadn't returned yet. Jasper worked in real estate, and Selena owned a beauty salon. They both finished work late, so I had plenty of time to make love to Natasha.

I threw my coat on the sofa and eagerly pounced on Natasha, caressing her skin, passionately kissing her, and teasing her rosy lips with my tongue.

At first, Natasha struggled, but gradually, she stopped resisting. She closed her eyes, silently enjoying it with her face flushing. Holding Natasha in my arms, I could feel that her heartbeat had quickened, and I was no different.

After a while, Natasha began to respond to me. She started to slip her tongue into my mouth, and as I tasted Natasha's sweet saliva, I slowly reached my hand into her clothes, preparing to grasp her breasts. Suddenly, she pushed me away.