The Sweet Taste of Malice

Chapter 2

Klara

I run to my locker and grab a jacket and then to the bathroom as fast as I can. I stay there all period until the bell rings. As soon as the bell rings I exit the stall and I wash my face to clean off the tears that had streaked my face from my complete breakdown I had in the stall.

I leave the bathroom and I duck my head but i dont make it but more than a few feet when my arm is yanked and I am being pulled into a classroom and the door slammed behind me.

“What the fu..” I say but it's Ryans face I see when I whirl around.

“Hey little piggy” he says as he smiles.

I look down and in his hands is my stuff.

“Is that my stuff?” i ask

“Yep” he says but doesnt move to give it to me.

“Can I have it?” I ask as I hold out my hand.

“One condition” he says and smiles again.

“No, f**k no. I'm not doing that "I tell him.

“Calm down little piggy, I'm not going to ask you to strip. Although it was a good view, I have a million pairs I can see at any given minute of the day without as much as a snap of my fingers” he tells me and his smile goes from a smirk to a disgusting grin.

“Millions? You have a girlfriend. Actually , you know what. That isn't my business at all.” I tell him as I shake my head and run my hand over my forehead, I can feel the headache starting. “What do you want?”

“I just spoke to Mrs.Atwood and it seems my grade isn't good enough to keep playing football unless i make some major impact and to do that i need a tutor” he tells me.

“Okay, and that has to do with me, how?” i ask,

“Well, low and behold Awood said you would be able to tutor me” he tells me.

“No” I turned around with every intention of leaving the room and forgoing all my belongings. He can have them. I open the door to leave and he slams his hand on the door and closes it. I don't even have enough room to turn around to face him, his front is plastered to my back. He leans down and skims his lips over the shell of my ear sending a shiver down my spine. His tattooed hand is still splayed on the door above my head, holding it closed.

“I can pay you back for tutoring me. Just name your price” he tells me, his voice low in my ear.

“I don't want anything from you.” I tell him and somehow he gets even closer. Pressing me into the door. I can feel everything he has to offer, because it is stabbing me in my ass cheek as he presses it closer and groans in my ear.

I hear him drop my bag from his hand and hit the floor, his hand that was holding my stuff coming up to my hip and squeezing as he rolls his hips into my ass once more.

“You know, we could have a lot of fun” he tells and pulls the hair from the side of my neck and leans into my neck and inhales.

“I would rather catch the plague” I tell him as I try to catch my breath. No one has ever touched me like this. As much as I hate him my body is begging for more.

He laughs low and deep in my ear “really?” he pressed into me again “you have so much to offer and i can make you feel things you have never felt” he tells me and i drop my head back on his shoulder.

“You have a girlfriend and I hate you. I can't stand anything about you.” I tell him as he moves his hand from my hip to my breast and squeezes.

“f**k” he says and rolls his hips once more delicious time and as much as i hate to do it, i turn in his arms as much as i can and shove him away.

“No,” I tell him.

“Yes” he says as he walks forward toward me and plasters his body to mine once more the look in his eyes is determined and hungry.

“No” I tell him again and go to shove him off but he catches my hands in his and pins them above me against the door.

“Yes” he tells me and drops his face an inch from mine.

His other hand trails down my body and squeezes every place he likes. Grabbing hand fuls of breast, hips, ass,and then settles on my neck, gripping it and forcing me to look up at him.

“No,” I tell him breathlessly.

He moves closer to me, our lips almost touch, but this is where i draw the line no matter how caught up i am in this i cant kiss him. I cant give him that, i want to give my first kiss to someone who deserves it and wont just take it from me cause he is entitled.

I want to be appreciated.

“No” I tell him and I move away from him. I move my hair from my face, put my hand on my hips and pace around the room as far away from him as I can.

“Come on, you want it. I want to give it to you. We can make this a good trade” he tells me.

“No, what is going to stop you from asking me?” I told him.

“Simple, just agree.” he tells me.

“No. No to all the s****l stuff. I will tutor you if you leave me alone.” I told him.

“Really?” he asks in disbelief “you are going to tutor me and you don't want what i have to offer in return.”

“No. I'm serious. Dont talk to me in the hall, dont try to do anything sneaky, dont try to kiss me, dont trap me in rooms, dont tell anyone you know me” i tell him.

“You don't even want me to talk to you? I know I can't be that bad.” he tells me and laughs. “f**k , you’re serious”

“Yeah, I'm serious. Dead ass serious. We aren't friends, we don't know each other. Don't talk to me and damn sure don't do whatever that was just now.” I tell him.

“That was just a taste and it looked like you liked it” he tells me.

“No. That is my final answer. I’ll tutor you but I don't want anything else, for the love of all the gods don't do that again. I am not attracted to you and you have a girlfriend” i tell him and it clicks that he has sophie “f**k you have a girlfriend” i run my hands through my hair, purely panic mode now,

“Relax, she knows I do what I want and she does what she wants. So we agree you will tutor me?”

“Yes, as long as you follow my rules” I told him.

“You got it. How about we shake on it?” he asks me and holds his tattooed hand out to me with a smirk on his stupid handsome face.

“There will be no touching at all.” I tell him and walk past him, grab my things, and walk out the room with his laughter ringing behind me