Tricked: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Longhorn Academy Dark Bully Romance Book 1)
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Seething, I wiggle my ankles and wrists, not stopping until the rope begins to loosen. It takes me a couple of hours, but eventually, I’m able to slip out of the line. I pull off the condom, a painful latex reminder of my humiliation, and throw it in the trash. Then I dress and go to my truck.
As I drive home, my anger boils over. I have to admit though, I can’t help but also respect how she pulled it off. The bitch got me good. I willingly let that girl tie me up so she could degrade me. I thought I’d get one last chance to fuck Charity, but instead I wound up demeaned by her.
I’m furious with her, but I’m also in pain. I really liked Charity. I’m shredded inside that it’s over. I thought I had one more night with her, but I don’t. There’s an actual physical ache in my chest cavity. I’m angry and raw about how this went down. I have no idea how to proceed. Do I tell Jeremy and Travis what she pulled? Will that just make me look like a fool?
Aren’t I a fool?
Yeah, I’m definitely fool material. She just tied me up and drove off, and, while I said I would rather be celibate than ever touch her again, I’d fuck her in a heartbeat. Nobody ever affected me the way she did, and no one probably ever will. I was definitely falling for her, even though I hadn’t wanted to admit it.
But that’s all over now because Charity now knows what a piece of shit I am.
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I have what can only be described as the worst night’s sleep of my life. My wrists and ankles have rope burn marks from where Charity tied me up. I have a headache and my eyes burn from lack of sleep. I crawl out of bed, and force myself to shower and get ready for school.
I’m depressed. There will be no library sex with Charity for me today. No more sex with Charity at all. Not in the library and not at my house. The lake will now just be a painful reminder of where I first touched her, and where I also lost her forever.
I park in my usual parking spot at school, and I grab my backpack. I head toward the quad like usual, but I don’t see Jeremy or Travis. I find myself searching for a glimpse of Charity, but her and her friends aren’t in their typical spot either. I scowl and decide to head to my locker to unload some books from my backpack, since my pals aren’t at the quad anyway.
As I make my way across campus, A few kids pass me, and I swear they snicker. Annoyed, I give them surly looks but they just laugh louder. What the fuck is that about? As I near my locker, I finally spot Jeremy and Travis. They’re standing in front of my locker with a big group of kids.
When Travis looks over I smile and wave, but he doesn’t smile back. In fact, he looks pissed. A bad feeling starts to eat at me as I take in Jeremy’s furious expression. He meets my confused gaze, and he shakes his head.
I reach my locker, and everybody starts laughing and pointing. I’m completely dumbfounded by what the hell is happening.
Until I look at the door of my locker.
Plastered all over it are photos of me tied up and naked at the park last night. My junk is on full display, and I’m obviously pissed and raging at the camera. Along with the embarrassing nude photos are blown up screen shots of my text messages with Charity. Some of them from last night.
Fuck Sophia.
I need to see you.
What would your Elite friends say if they knew you meet, and fuck me, in secret?
Fuck my friends and fuck The Elites.
The blood drains from my face as Sophia, Jules, Jeremy, and Travis turn to face me. I have no defense. What can I say? I haven’t had time to think up a lie, so all I can do is stare at them as my life slips into the toilet.
Behind them, Charity is standing alone, leaning against a eucalyptus tree. She isn’t smiling. There’s no “Ha. Ha. I got you.” No, her expression is cold. Callous. Calculating. She knows perfectly well what she’s done. She struck me before I could get her. The naked photos and text messages I have of her burn a hole in my backpack.
The laughter behind me gets louder, and I don’t know where to go to escape it. Something tells me The Elites will not be comforting me, or offering me shelter from the shit storm.
I again look at Charity. Not counting her cold blue stare, she looks almost angelic. Her golden curls cascading over her delicate shoulders. Her cheeks are pink, and her mouth a beautiful bow shape. How can anyone look so fragile and be so fucking deadly? She doesn’t look like she’d hurt a fly but she’s ruined my life.
Fucking Charity Ballard has destroyed me.
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