Tempting My Bully's Boyfriend

Chapter 10 : Becca

Weekends are off and weekdays are on. Like a normal day—well, I can't exactly say normal because before I use to wake up at 5.30 am to make breakfast for Garry but today I woke up at 6:30 am, must say relationships consumes lots of time—I arrived at SUBA at 8 am and started to double check the sanitation.

"Guess who?" A robotic voice asked. Someone had covered my eyes with his/her rough hands. It's probably a boy's hands for sure.

"Inderjit." I replied within a second. It's not that hard. I mean, the one and only friend that I had has betrayed me. So, the only person who is close to me in this college is Inderjit.

"What, didi. You could have at least pretend to be confused." He complained.

"I have no mood to pretend and stop calling me "didi". My name is Becca not "didi"."

"Uff!" He sighed and added, "Didi means older sister. It's an Indian word to address your older sister and you're older than me and nothing less than a blood bound sister."

His words were sweet, kinda like the one that directly melts in your heart but I didn't have my heart to drown down into his marvellously melting words. My heart was broken, dusted and gone. "Yeah, whatever."

His eyes narrowed when he noticed my makeup, hair and new dressing style. I was wearing a black tank top and a pocket cargo. It was the first time I have worn a sleeveless and something other than goofy oversized t-shirt and tight ripped jeans. "You look different. Did you—"

"Yeah, I did a makeover. I wanted to change my style." Finally! Someone noticed the 300$ I spent.

"You looked better before."

"What?"

"You looked better before because it didn't cost you a huge amount of money. I know, the hair and skin care you did, it worths handsome amount." He took the mop from my hand and added, "You don't have to doll yourself up for your boyfriend. That selfish prick has you, it's already more than enough for him."

"I didn't doll up myself for him. I did it for me. Because I wanted to." I replied, my voice rough, revealing my anger.

Inderjit curved his mouth into a smile and said, "Then that's fine. If you did it for yourself then you're looking gorgeous. Trust me, you're the prettiest girl in this college—after Catherine."

I curved my mouth into a sarcastic smile and added, "Yeah, yeah. You and your Catherine."

Catherine is a blonde, nerdy and goofy kinda introvert girl with a really beautiful and innocent looking face. Inderjit is crazy about her. He claims her to be his life long crush. He even gave up his scholarship for her. The second name of love is a loss. You always pay in love. Especially when it's one-sided.

DURING LUNCH BREAK AT CAFETERIA…

I and Inderjit were eating our lunch when Pepper and her gang came in, happiness and laughter was plastered all over their faces. After what happened last time, I should be scared of her. Her appearance should tremble me, should scare the s**t out of me. However, instead of that, my blood pressure skyrocketed. I wasn't scared at all. I was angry, very angry. I just wanted to throw the hot coffee in her face and let her know the feeling of hurt and humiliation.

Well, throwing hot coffee on somebody, especially on their face, is too cruel and brutal. She might deserve it, but I'm not that cruel and inhuman so, I dropped the plan—I wasn't gonna do that anyway, it was just my brutal, wild and cruel imaginary intentions but in reality, crime isn't my style and will never be.

However, I didn't throw hot coffee on her but my eyes were darting hate and fury at her. I wanted to scream and lash out all my anger.

Pepper's glance met mine and she noticed my poisonous glare. I should've stopped staring at her but instead my eyes were darting at hers, competing with her poisonous green eyes. She was about to approach me when a girl called out my name, "Rebecca Rogers?"

Pepper's steps stopped and my glance shifted towards the voice. "Yes?"

"Mr Tilton wants to see you. ROOM NO 12"

Why the hell that old fat f**k wants to see me?

"Okay, I'll be there in two."

FIVE MINUTES LATER, ROOM NO 12

"Miss Rebecca Rogers," His filthy eyes were darting at my body. He licked and bit his lower lips and added, "You look sexy today."

"Excuse me? When did my look become an important topic to discuss?" I retorted. God! I hate this man. Such a pervert.

"From the moment when you started looking so f*****g hot." What the hell? How can he say that to me? Should I leave this room?

I was scared as f**k. My hands were shivering in fear and I could feel sweat on my forehead.

"You're a scholar student right?"

"Ye-yes, sir." I stammered.

"Do you know, marks are very important for your next scholarship?"

"Yes, sir."

"Your performance on your recent financial report is not that impressive. Looks like you are busy dolling up instead of studying and working hard." A thin devilish grin scrawled on his face.

Now I wanna kill this old fat f**k. "No, sir. I'm working hard."

His eyes were scanning all over my body. God! I really hate this. All those two years I've avoided his filthy lustful eyes but now he is crossing limits.

"Actually, you know what. We can save your scholarship if you will go down on me."

What the f**k! "Excuse me?" I wanna strangle this fat f**k.

"Blow job. Do it and I'll give you A+ or you can be happy with C+. See, I'm not forcing you. The choice is all yours."

Somebody please give me a knife. I really want to cut off his d**k. Asshole!

"Mr Tilton, I agree that my financial report was not so impressive." I know, I didn't work hard on that because I was unwell and had a lot of cleaning tasks. "But I'll choose to get A+"

"Really?" He retorted. Looks like he had never expected me to choose A+.

"Yes! I have to get A+ and I'll do anything for that." A small, triumphant smile spread across his face but it couldn't stay along when I added, "Including blackmailing my professor."

"What do you mean?" Nervousness crept over his face.

I took out my phone from my bag and replayed the recording, "Blow job. Do it and I'll give you A+ or you can be happy with C+. See, I'm not—" I paused the recording and said, "What happened Mr. Tilton? Why are you looking so shocked? It's not your impostor; it's you. It's all your voice. 100% ORIGINAL." Now the same small, triumphant smile spread across my face. VICTORY! I knew it; Mr. Tilton wouldn't give up on his lustful behaviour, so I always kept my phone on recording whenever he tried to talk to me.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed it on his sweaty forehead. "You can't prove anything."

"Well, I can. This recording may not get you in jail but yeah, it is enough to ruin your reputation and start an investigation about your bad behaviour in college." I bit my lips and mockingly looked at him. It's fun to reply to them in their own style. "We can even get access to CCTV cameras and student statements which will reveal your shameful behaviour and drinking habits. See, I'm not forcing you. You can either give me A+ and save your face or you can give me C+. The decision is all yours, you f*****g prick."

Wow! I didn't know that I could be this savage. Voice recording was my original plan but I didn't know I'm so good at cursing and crushing people with my words. Looks like slowly and gradually I'm exploring my new talents.

12:14 PM IN RESTROOM…

As usual, I and Inderjit were cleaning the classrooms and toilet for the evening session.

"Ah-um, Becca.." Thea's soft voice echoed in the restroom.

"What do you want?" Inderjit retorted, furiously. Yes! Inderjit knows about Thea and Garry's betrayal. I told him during the lunch break when he was happily waiting like a little kid to meet her.

"It's fine, Inderjit. Let her talk."

"Becca, I heard about Mr. Tilton. Are you fine?" Thea was also one of the prey of that mother f*****g c**k-sucking Tilton.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Bec, can't we talk for a few minutes, please."

"There's no need." Inderjit yelled.

"Let it be, Inderjit." I calmed him.

"Okay, speak whatever you wanna say."

"Ah-um, I would prefer no disturbance." She said, looking at Inderjit.

"Okay." We headed out.

"Becca, that night, I didn't mean to cheat you. Things just happened due to emotions. It was just a one night thing. I met him at the hospital when I brought mom for the check up. While going, he insisted on dropping me off and I couldn't say NO. I swear, Becca. My mom was so sick, I was so sad and worried which is why I got tempted when Garry showed me some extra care." Thea explained.

"So, How's aunt Joyce? And when did you discharge her?"

"What?" She retorted

"You said you went to the hospital for your mom's check up. But while coming back, you didn't bring your mom. I mean, if your mom was with you then you would directly go to your apartment instead of Garry's. So, I guess, she was admitted to the hospital that night."

"Ah-um, ye-yeah.. you're right. She was admitted that night." She stammered and forced a smile which proves that she is lying.

I can't believe that Thea can be such a lying cunt. She could have simply said sorry and showed some effort to win back my trust. But she chose to lie and blamed it on the fake story. That f*****g backstabbing b***h!

"Ah-um, you know what? f**k Garry and f**k the past. I never liked him anyway. He was such a boring balls-choking prick. In fact, I'm really happy that we broke up. And all thanks to you. You gave me reason to breakup with him." I grabbed her hands and added, "Hey, let's have a party. Let's celebrate my freedom."

"Ar-are you sure?" Her forehead creased. "So, you're not angry with me?"

"Of course, not. Didn't you just explain everything to me? Then why would I be angry with you?" I fake a questioning smile.

"Thank god! The way you broke Garry's car, I thought you'd kill m—"

"I won't kill you. Don't worry. You don't deserve dying. It's too easy."

"What?"

"Nothing, I was just joking. Let's go. Have some fun." I cheerfully looped my arm around my shoulder.

"Where are we going?"

A little devilish grin crept over my face and I added, "To have some fun."

AT THE FIVE STAR CUISINE…

"Wow! This place is so cool." Thea's eyes twinkled when she saw the lavish decoration of the restaurant.

"Isn't it? This is a new restaurant. They just opened last week."

"By the way, Becca. This restaurant looks too expensive. I don't have much money. I just have my bus fair."

"Hey, don't worry." I grabbed the menu. "Did I ever make you pay bills? So, don't worry. Asusual, I'll be paying today's bill. I got some bonus on my birthday."

"Oh! Your birthday! How can I forget that?"

The same way you forget, you were my best friend when you were f*****g my boyfriend.

"Oh, come on! Leave it. Who cares? Right?"

"Waiter," I waved at one of the tall and handsome waiters and he approached our table.

"We would like to have two A5 Kobe Steaks, one large pineapple pizza, two choco lava cakes— Do you wanna have choco lava cake or red velvet?" I asked Thea.

"Ah-umm… I would—"

"Oh, f**k it! Let's have both, two choco lava cake and two red velvet. Bring them at the end. Desserts are supposed to be eaten at last, aren't they?" I smiled at the waiter.

"Yeah, you're right ma'am. Let me revise your order; two A5 Kobe Steaks, one large pineapple pizza, two chocolate lava cakes and two red velvet cakes. Must bring cakes at the end because desserts are supposed to be eaten at last. Right?" Wow! This waiter is so cool. He looks too young, must be eighteen or nineteen but if he was twenty one plus then I would ask his number. I really need a man who listens carefully to me like this waiter did.

"Perfect!" I gave him the menu and we waited for our heavy order.

We did lots of gossip and it took us more than forty-five minutes to finish all the items. Must say, each and every bite is worth the heavy price they tagged.

"Oh! Looks like I had too much. I need to use the washroom. Can you please wait a few minutes for me? It's too urgent." I faked number two.

"Yeah, sure. I'll wait for you. You gave me such a lavish party, I can at least do this for you." She smiled.

"Okay, I'll be back soon, love." I stood up and headed towards the toilet.

Inside the washroom, I washed my hands, took a deep breath. After that, I came out and secretly headed towards the counter.

"Is everything ready?" I asked the manager.

"Yes, ma'am. Your takeaway is ready."

"Good! Can you please help me take them near my cab? I've already called it. It's right outside."

"Josh, help the lady to put her packages in her cab." The manager commanded the same waiter who took our order.

"Thank you so much, Mr manager. You can send the bills to my friend. She will pay them."

Hiding myself from Thea's eyesight, I finally got out of the restaurant. The waiter helped me to bring the package near my cab and left.

"Where should I take you, ma'am?"

"Sanidale Orphanage Home." I replied with a small, triumphant smile spread across my face.

ONE AND A HALF HOURS AGO…

"Thea, I need to wash my hands." I stood up and went to the washroom to wash my hands.

I would never forgive that lying c**k-sucking b***h! How can she even believe that I'll give her a breakup party after she f****d my boyfriend. Well, it's not her fault to think like that. I have always been soft and nice to her. No matter what, I have always forgave her. Infact, I used to apologise to her for the mistake that wasn't even mine. I've always loved and treasured our friendship which is why she thought I'm the same sweet and soft cotton candy. But this time, it's not sweet and soft cotton candy, it's a hard and destructive time bomb. You'll never know when it'll blast and f**k the s**t out of you.

Hiding from Thea's eyesight, I secretly made a takeaway order of everything on the menu that could be ready within one and a half hours.

NEXT DAY MORNING AT 8 AM,

As usual, I arrived at SUBA and started re-checking the sanitation. Last night was too hectic so Inderjit had to clean it all alone for both evening and morning sessions.

No doubt, he is a good cleaner, but I can't stay still until and unless I check it myself.

I've checked all the classrooms and now it's the restroom's turn.

First floor, CLEAR.

Second floor, SUPER CLEAR.

THIRD FLOOR, GIRL'S RESTROOM…

I was checking each and every compartment but when I got near to the fourth compartment and opened the door, I stepped into a thick red liquid. My gaze followed the source of liquid and my jaw dropped. It's Mr. Tilton. He was lying against the toilet seat. The floor around him was covered with his blood.

Although he wasn't moving or blinking, his eyes were open, staring at me. I went near him and checked his body temperature. I don't know why I did that but when I touched his neck, my heart skipped a beat, I felt nothing but an empty chill. He was gone. He was dead.

My hands were shivering, I tried to back up but I bumped into his leg and fell down. My hands were covered with his blood, my dress was covered with his blood, I was all drenched in his blood. Suddenly, a high pitch hit my ears and they stopped working. My mind went blank. I didn't know what to do.

Mr. Tilton's eyes which used to have filth on them now have fear and they were staring at me.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa…." I screamed, ripping out my vocal chords. I stood up and ran. I RAN AND RAN till I found our marketing professor, Mr. Liam Hiddleston.

"Becca? What happened? What's this? Why are you covered in paint? Who did this to you?" Mr Liam flooded multiple questions.

"It's—it's not a paint. It's blood." I somehow managed to reply to him. My body was shivering and my eyes were still having visions of his eyes staring at me.

"What do you mean, Becca?" Tension crept over his face.

"Dead…body…" I wanted to say him but my vocal chords produced a very vague and low voice. I couldn’t breathe properly.

He grabbed my shoulder and tried to calm me down. "Okay, Becca..take a deep breath."

"Breathe in," I breathe in as he said.

"Breathe out," I breathe out as he said.

"Breathe in,"

"Breathe out,"

After some "Breathe in-Breathe out" sessions I was feeling a little better than before.

"Now tell me what happened?"

"There's..There's..There's a dead body." I puked all over Mr Liam's shirt. "I'm sorry Mr. Liam."

He was disgusted but still he calmed me down, "It's okay, Becca. Show me where's the body."

I took him to the lady's restroom and showed him Mr Tilton's dead body.

"HOLY s**t!" Terror overtook his face. He stepped back, his hands were shivering like mine but he still managed to call an ambulance.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER…

I was sitting in a chair, covered in a blanket, my body still trembling and two police inspectors were taking mine and Mr Liam's statement. Inderjit was rubbing my shoulder to calm me down, but nothing could stop me from shivering. I was looking down at my blood red shoes which were milky white when I left home.

Suddenly I heard someone screaming my name, "BECCA!" It was a male's voice. It was Kol James Morgan. I can feel the tension in his voice. He was just calling out my name, but the voice itself revealed more than that. The voice was desperately searching for someone's glimpse. I would say mine, but I don't think Kol James Morgan would ever be desperate to see me.

I slowly raised my gaze towards the direction from where the screaming voice came. I saw Kol searching for something, or someone. "BECCA!" He screamed again. Probably he was indeed searching for me.

I stood up from the chair.

Why is he desperately searching for me? Does he know about the blackmail which I did yesterday to Mr. Tilton? Will he tell everyone about it? Why is he so worried for Mr Tilton? What's their relationship?

Within a few seconds, my mind was flooded with millions of unnecessary and irrelevant questions. He was approaching me with the speed of light and my body started to tremble more and my heartbeat skyrocketed. Everything felt so wrong and I was scared to death but then suddenly everything started to feel right when we collided against each other.

He tightly hugged me and said, "I'm glad you're fine."

Magically my body stopped shivering and my heartbeat went back to normal. I started to feel safe in his warm arms. He hugged me so tightly that I could clearly hear his heartbeat.

Our heartbeat was perfectly synchronising with each other and the air around us was still. It was telling me how tense and worried he was and how hugging me wiped up all his tensions and worries.

But the question here is; how did he know that I was in trouble?

And more importantly, who the f**k killed Mr. Tilton?

To be continued…