Rise of the Rebel High

Chapter 7

"What? You changed your mind?" I deliberately remarked.

Natasha bit her lip and said, "Let's not do it in the living room. Come to my room."

She straightened her clothes and walked towards her room. I quickly followed suit. Honestly, this was the first time Natasha had voluntarily let me into her bedroom. The room was lovely. The walls were painted pink and adorned with posters of celebrities, and there was even a Donald Duck figurine on the desk.

I hugged Natasha tightly, and before she could react, I pushed her onto her soft bed and started touching her chest. Watching Natasha let out a cry and her face turn even redder, I pinched her chest and murmured, "This feels damn good..."

Hearing my coarse words, Natasha felt uncomfortable. Her face, which was immersed in enjoyment just moments ago, turned sour, and she pushed me away.

"Natasha, I'm sorry. I said the wrong thing," I apologized hastily.

Natasha looked at me indifferently, ignored me, and began to dress, preparing to leave the room.

Panicked, I grabbed Natasha and threatened, "If you don't do it with me now, I'll tell Mom and Dad about that thing."

Natasha looked at me disdainfully for a long time. Then, she yelled at me, "Go ahead and tell them! You only know how to bully me. When Riley and the others bullied you and took your money, why didn't you fight back? You only dare to bully a girl? Patrick, you're a despicable wimp!"

I was stunned. This was the second time Natasha called me a wimp. The first time was because I was afraid of Briana. And this time was because I only dared to bully her but not those who bullied me.

"Natasha, I..."

"I'm going to take a shower. After I finish, I'll do it with you. Remember, after we're done, we're even, and you're not my brother anymore," Natasha said coldly with her back to me.

Actually, upon careful consideration, I was always targeted by Riley because of Natasha. Since the first semester of freshman year, she called on other classmates to bully me, making them think I was easy to deal with and come to pick on me for no reason.

As I waited for Natasha to finish, I decided to play with her computer. I turned on the monitor and opened f*******:, and as I was about to log in, I noticed that her f*******: account was set to remember the password.

I didn't really want to invade Natasha's privacy, but for some reason today, I uncontrollably logged into her f*******:. As soon as I logged in, a lot of messages popped up. I saw a profile with the name Briana flashing in the friends list.

Originally, I just wanted to take a look and then close it, but when I saw a reply from Briana to Natasha saying: [Your business is my business. I'll take care of it for you.]

I couldn't help but be curious. I opened the message history and started reading. The more I read, the more shocked I became.

Natasha: [Are you there?]

Briana: [What can I do for you, babe?]

Natasha: [Can you do me a favor? Find someone to teach Riley and Connor a lesson.]

Briana: [What did they do to upset you?]

Natasha: [When I arrived this morning, they bullied Patrick and slandered me, making me embarrassed in front of the whole class.]

Briana: [Oh? Patrick? Isn't he the wimp you talked about? Why, have you fallen for him? Last semester, you even asked students from other classes to teach him a lesson.]

Natasha: [No. He's in my group. I feel very embarrassed if he is bullied, and those students slandered me. Oh, please help me out.]

Briana: [Your business is my business. I'll take care of it for you.]

My head buzzed. Except for the last message sent by Briana a few minutes ago, the rest of the conversation was all during class this morning. That meant that Natasha was worried about my situation during the day.

Suddenly, I felt like a fool. Natasha was helping me, and all I could think about was having s*x with her. I even once misunderstood that Riley was bullying me under Natasha's instructions.

At this time, Natasha finished her shower and walked in.

I realized that her f*******: was still open, with Briana's chat window still on.

"Did you check my messages?" Natasha walked in and saw her f*******: still open.

I quickly closed her f*******: and lied, "No, I was just waiting for you and got a bit bored, so I wanted to play a game. I saw your f*******: was online, so I was going to help you log out, and then you walked in."

Natasha stared at me suspiciously for a long time. She couldn't remember whether she forgot to log out before going to school. She pulled me up and logged into her f*******: account on the computer, checking her friends list page by page.

But she couldn't find anything. After glancing at f*******: for a while, Natasha closed it. Then, she lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and said, "Let's get started."

I was stunned. Before looking at her f*******:, I might have wanted to make out with her, but after seeing her messages with Briana, I felt like it wouldn't be right to threaten her with it.

Natasha waited with her eyes closed for a long time, growing a bit impatient.

"Why aren't you starting? Worried something might go wrong? Don't worry. I'm well-prepared," she said, somewhat annoyed.

She took a condom out of her backpack and threw it at me, saying, "Hurry up."

"Natasha, I'm sorry," I said.

Natasha was a bit puzzled.

"I have lied to you. Actually I didn't take any photos of you," I said, unable to meet her eyes.

When Natasha heard this, she suddenly smiled. It was so beautiful, but there was an unprecedented anger in her eyes. She grabbed a pillow next to her and threw it at me, saying, "Patrick, you're despicable. After kissing and touching me, you don't want to do it with me? Do you want to threaten me and take advantage of me next time? You're disgusting!"

"I didn't," I yelled at Natasha, then threw my phone at her. "Look through it and see if there are any photos."

Natasha glanced at me with some disbelief, then picked up my phone and opened the photo album. There were quite a few photos in my album, and most of them were taken when we went out.

"I don't know if you hid them somewhere else." Natasha pretended not to care and handed the phone back to me. She was just trying to give herself a way out.

"Okay, let's get started." Natasha hesitated for a moment, then sat back on the bed, somewhat shyly closing her eyes.

I said, "I didn't use the photos to threaten you."

Natasha gave me a glare, her face flushing red as she said, "Consider this a reward this time. If you perform well, there may be a next time."

Excited, I pounced on Natasha, embracing her tightly, and began kissing her passionately.

Natasha let out a moan, her eyes filled with a hazy gaze.

Unable to contain myself, I began to unbutton her clothes. With each piece of clothing I removed, my inner desire grew stronger. Just as I was about to put my hand inside her bra again, the living room door suddenly opened, and a voice came from outside. "Natasha, I came home early today and brought some delicious food for you."

As Selena said so, she walked towards Natasha's room. In an instant, Natasha and I were petrified, our faces turning deathly pale. If we were caught disheveled, we were doomed. I heard Selena's footsteps approaching the door, her hand grasping the doorknob.

Then the door opened.