The Bad Boy's? Or my Abuser?

Chapter Nine

Later on during the school day, during Mrs Miles geometry class the famous latino looked beyond pissed for many reasons, but honestly his attitude had nothing to do with the math lesson, and had more to deal with Julian or what he had learned about the vixen. Someone, er some man could bring this proud girl to her knees, which honestly scared the leader, and made him almost rethink his strategy about hunting down Julian. The latinos cat like optics flickered over to the brunette vixen, who was currently resting her head on her desk, not even making an effort to listen to the teacher like she normally would, and the depressed state of the vixen dang near had Oliver leaping from his chair to check on the vixen.

The brunette vixen kept her eyes closed throughout the remainder of Mrs Miles class, she could honestly careless if she didn't understand the material, when a larger pressing issues was at hand, and the poor girl didn't even know how to deal with the situation. Honestly Julian always put on a strong front, and right now she was too tired to act the part. The vixens phone buzzed softly in her pocket notifying her of a text, only to cause her to jump slightly, and quickly slipped her phone out of her loose grey sweatpants to read it.

“Jewels, come on to the front of the school darling.. There about to call you down, so you either come willing, or I will come get you myself, and I promise you it won’t be pretty.”

Jason's text caused her heart to stop, as her eyes widened in horror, the brute had to be lying, and just doing this to scare her. After a few moments of waiting, Mrs Miles phone jumped to life, startling the older teacher, and granted the tired students a rest. The brunette froze, as her teachers soft brown irises met hers, and signaled her that she was leaving which caused Julian's baby blue irises to fill with horror. This was all happening to fast, in no way was she prepared, and no one could save her. Julian slowly gathered her belongs, catching the confused glance from the notorious bad boy, as she kept her head down, and exiting the class.

Julians mind thankfully gave her an amazing idea, she whipped out her phone, sending a quick text to sam, and prayed she would pass it on to either the authorities or her brother.

“Sam, ex kidnap, get Dee.”

As soon as the urgent text sent, the vixen quickly deleted it, and then slipped her phone back into her baggy grey sweatpants pocket. When she entered the front office spotting a pissed off Jason with a cruel look in his already dangerous emerald optics. The vixen could feel the aggression radiating off of the inked brute, even before he roughly gripped her right forearm, and harshly pulled her out of the office in the direction of his black motorcycle. Jason sinister smirk seemed to grow larger as he forced the poor girl onto the back of the bike, before he himself had gotten on, and all he said was.

“Welcome back to hell, Jewels.”

The calmness of his monotone words, didn’t reassure the vixen one bit, and if anything it only made her think of the calm before the storm which definitely described Jason in more ways than one. The black beast roared to life causing the already stressed vixen to wrap her arms tightly around the leather clad brutes waist, and let out a small squeak due to shock. Soon the dangerous male whipped out of the parking lot, only to attract a certain latinos attention during a geometry lesson that Julian should be in, only to open his eyes wide spotting the vixen on the back of the bike with her arms around the leather clad brutes waist, and that very sight pissed him off.

“Who is that Julian...is this the man you were scared of? If so why wi-...Oh Frick.”

The young latinos curious thoughts dropped, as a horrific expression morphed onto his facial features, as some of the puzzle pieces were starting to fit together, and as his light green cat like optics continued to watch the bike disappear. The next thing the brute noticed Sam sprint out of the school heading for her car with what looked like a phone up to her ear, a few teachers sprinted after her, but Sam was a star track runner, which gave her a large lead, and helped her escape in time as she leapt into her car revving the engine only to speed out in the opposite direction of the bike. Oliver pulled out his phone, not even hiding it from Mrs Miles, as he pulled up a group chat with Kyle, and Brandon in it only to send a text.

“We’ve got dangerous competition with Storm, looks like she just got kidnapped by a guy on a black Harley, and her blonde friend looked horrified about the whole situation. Let’s go play the hero boy’s.”

With the text sent, the smirking brute stood gathering his own belongings, and silently walked out of the class as Mrs Miles let out a sigh giving up on the boy. A few minutes later the resident bad boys of Casper High had assembled, all moving to the parking lot where their own sports cars were parked, and Oliver sent a sharp glare at an administrator trying to stop them only for the woman to move to the side ducking her head letting the boys pass. A minute later the ‘hero's’ sped out of the parking lot with Oliver’s inky aventador lambo in front, with Brandon's ocean blue hurican lambo, and finally Kyle's crimson hurican lambo followed behind as the raced after the bike.