Idol Star School: A Dark Bully Romance (Idol High School Book 1)

by Nara Noelle

  “Wait. What? You’re pining over me?” he whispered.

  “Are you happy now? How does it feel to make a fool out of me?” I hissed, seething.

  “I can’t believe it. You’re way, way, way out of my league,” he said.

  When I drew back, there was a myriad of emotions swishing through me. I ran a hand through my hair and grabbed a fistful of it in frustration. God, this whole situation was a fucking mess.

  Meanwhile, Hamin grabbed himself another can of beer and guzzled most of it in one massive gulp. After he slammed the can down on the coffee table, his eyes were on me.

  “Arang,” he quavered. “I might regret this tomorrow but whatever. Fuck it. I’ve been alone with my thoughts for too long. Never once was I interested in playing any games with you or leading you on. I swear to God, I wouldn’t ever dream of it. Besides, even though I thought you were the most beautiful man in the world from the moment I saw you for the first time at the main concert hall, I assumed that you hated me.”

  “I desperately wanted to hate you,” I admitted before taking a swig of his beer. “So, dude, what’s your deal?”

  He cocked his eyebrow.

  “Clearly you’re not straight. Are you into guys exclusively or what?” I said.

  For what felt like hours, he simply gazed into my eyes. Initially, I wondered if he was afraid of coming out to me. Did he think that I might use it against him somehow? Then panic bubbled up inside me. Maybe he’d been lying to get me to open up to him. My chest ached as I imagined him laughing in my face and pulling out a voice recorder from his pocket.

  “Does it matter?” he purred dreamily.

  He was right. To tell him so, I cupped the back of his head and pulled him in toward me. As soon as we locked lips, my worries dissipated. When I slipped my tongue into his mouth, he let out a soft moan, and it made me hungry for more. Before long, our arms were wrapped around each other. All this time, the only thought running through my mind was how natural this felt.

  When my hard member poked out of my bathrobe and rubbed against his thigh, he looked down and froze.

  “What’s the matter? Have you never seen a dick before?” I joked, tugging on the hem of his sweatshirt.

  “There’s something I have to share with you,” he said.

  “What is it?”

  “I can’t take off my clothes. I’m insecure about my body. Please don’t try to convince me otherwise.”

  “Okay.”

  Though I presumed this meant he wanted to stick to making out, when I adjusted my bathrobe, he stopped me with a sultry look on his face. Damn. His soft fingers were just inches away from my throbbing cock. His touch was too tempting. I slowly guided his hand toward my member. As he ran his fingers along my thick shaft, a bead of precum oozed out of the tip. He got down to his knees on the floor.

  Although I’d never been in this situation before, I knew exactly what was about to happen. Of course, over the years, countless women had come onto me—both for hookups and relationships. However, no matter how horny I was, I’d always turned them down, including the ones I found hot, since I’d been paranoid about how they might affect my public image.

  But now, I didn’t give a fuck about anything else. All I wanted was Hamin.

  “Oh God,” I groaned.

  It was the most incredible feeling in the world. Nothing could compare to the warmth of his mouth. While he bobbed his head up and down, he made eye contact with me and checked my reaction. Though I suspected he might be inexperienced, the fact that he was so eager to pleasure me turned me on even more. I felt like I could come any second.

  “Fuck yes! Don’t… don’t stop,” I cried out.

  When he swirled his tongue around the head of my cock, my toes curled. I nearly passed out from pure pleasure as I shot a thick load down the back of his throat. Once he swallowed it, I bent down to kiss him. However, he sprung up onto his feet.

  “Let me kiss you,” I said.

  Instead, he headed straight to the bathroom.

  “Where are you going?” I asked as he closed the door. Of course, I knew the answer to that. What I meant to say was, Are you okay?

  After waiting for a few minutes, I stood outside the bathroom door. God, I wanted to knock down the door to check if he was alright there and then. When he finally came back out, he jumped in surprise upon seeing me. Although he promptly turned his head away, it was too late—I’d already seen his reddened nose and the tears in his eyes. I pulled him in toward me until his head was resting against my chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  “What for?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.” I sighed, stroking his bright-red hair. “But I’m sorry.”

  Except that wasn’t true. I knew why I was sorry. Hell, it was the reason I’d been so determined to hate him. However, I was afraid to admit that I’d been so fucking in love with him from the moment I first laid eyes on him. Nor could I share how my feelings had intensified into something obsessive and all-consuming. Not here. Not now.

  We spent the rest of the night on the sofa. He nodded off in my arms shortly after we sat back down. On the other hand, although I was exhausted, there were too many thoughts gnawing at me, and I couldn’t fall asleep.

  While I listened to the downpour, I murmured, “What are we going to do about this, Hamin? You’ll be the death of me, I swear.”

  Chapter 25

  Arang

  The next morning, I woke up to the sound of people at the door. After I jumped off the sofa, startling Hamin awake, I dashed over to the bathroom and put my damp clothes on. Two forest rangers managed to find us, and one of them drove us back to Idol House in an SUV. Hamin and I didn’t exchange a single word. Though I wanted to blame it on the fact that I’d been sitting in the front seat while he was over in the back seat, I knew there was more to it. Still, I’d meant to talk to him privately once we got out of the car again. Alas, Sammy and RJ were waiting for me by the entrance of the building.

  “What the fuck happened to you yesterday?” RJ asked as we entered the west wing.

  “Where do I begin?” I chuckled wearily. “Well, I slipped in the rain and rolled downhill until I crashed into a tree.”

  “Jesus, are you alright? Should we take you to the infirmary?” Sammy said.

  “I’m fine,” I insisted.

  “Way to go, man. All you had to do was stand by the first control point. How the hell did you end up rolling down a goddamn hill?” RJ said.

  “I know. It’s ridiculous,” I muttered, shaking my head.

  He snorted. “You’re such an idiot.”

  “You’re one to talk. For your information, I couldn’t find my way back to you guys because you forgot to give me the right gadget,” I snarled, curling my fingers into fists.

  “Hey! It wasn’t my fault. I thought Terry was going to take care of that part,” RJ protested.

  “Dude,” Sammy called out, grabbing RJ’s shoulder. “We’ve already gone over this. I don’t want to hear another word from anyone about who’s to blame. Shit went down because you guys failed to communicate. Plus, seeing as Arang had to suffer the consequences, you should be treating him with a bit more respect.”

  RJ tapped on my arm as we got on the elevator. “Sorry, dude.”

  “We’re glad you made it out of there alright. I’m sorry, Arang,” Sammy chimed in, pressing the button to the eighth floor.

  “It’s not a big deal. Let’s move on.” I shrugged. “Anyway, where’s Terry?”

  “He’s in his room,” Sammy answered.

  “Being a little bitch,” RJ added with a smirk.

  “You know what, RJ? I think you and Terry need to sit down for a one-on-one conversation where you cut the bullshit and clear up everything that’s been coming between you guys lately,” Sammy suggested.

  RJ yawned. “Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you go and tell him that then?”

  “Don’t be petty. You’re like an older brother to him. Can’t you tr
y being the bigger person?” Sammy said as the elevator opened.

  “Just because I’m two years older than him? Jesus, give me a break,” RJ grumbled.

  None of us uttered a word while we got out of the elevator and made our way down the hallway. After RJ stormed into his suite and slammed the door shut, Sammy and I exchanged glances.

  “Don’t worry. They’ll make peace eventually,” I said.

  “You’re right.” Sammy sighed. “And don’t you worry about it either, okay?”

  I nodded. Little did he know, I had far more pressing issues eating away at me.

  “Arang, I’m glad you were able to get back here in one piece. You better catch up on some sleep and take it easy today.”

  “Thanks.”

  “By the way, how did you and Hamin end up running into each other?” Sammy said, opening his front door.

  “Fate’s a crazy bastard,” I murmured.

  He laughed before disappearing into his suite.

  Once I returned to my room, I took a shower. It wasn’t one of those productive five-minute showers, but an hour of standing under hot water while being overwhelmed by the consequences of my life decisions.

  So here was the verdict. There were two types of people in the world that stirred up my loins. Hot girls with expensive blowouts and perfect hourglass figures—and Hamin. Awkward, dumpy Hamin. Bloody hell. Why did I have it bad for him?

  To clarify, I wasn’t bothered by my attraction to him because he was a guy. The reason I couldn’t stand him was precisely because he was himself. I knew plenty of good-looking guys, but I had no interest in them whatsoever. Was something wrong with me? I would’ve preferred to have been fully bisexual. However, I knew that wasn’t the case. There was something different about Hamin specifically. He simply wasn’t like any other man or woman. And oddly enough, I was hopelessly attracted to this.

  Chapter 26

  Honey

  While I couldn’t wrap my head around everything that had gone down in the log cabin, I knew one thing for sure. I, Honey Key, a girl disguised as a boy, had it bad for Arang. Not just because he was unbelievably good-looking with the body of a Greek god or because he was hung, although admittedly those parts had a lasting impression on me too. I’d never given anyone a blowjob before, but what can I say? He had the most perfect cock imaginable. You’d think the universe would’ve been fair by giving him a flaw or two. Apparently not though. Every inch of him was beautiful.

  While I made my way back to the east wing, I couldn’t stop replaying our encounter in my head. Though I knew I’d behaved unbelievably recklessly, I had no regrets. Despite being inexperienced, in the heat of the moment, I’d been tempted to go all the way with him. Damn, he sure knew how to kiss. With him, everything felt so special, so right. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was on my period and he’d likely have lost his shit upon realizing I wasn’t a boy, I would’ve urged him to rip off my clothes.

  And alright. There had been one embarrassing part of the night when I nearly burst into tears in front of him and had to run off to the bathroom, but he wasn’t to blame. That was just my emotional baggage trying to crawl back out to haunt me. Whatever.

  “Look who’s back,” Rich hollered, blocking my way.

  I rolled my eyes.

  He went on. “Hey, Mas! Get your ass over here. Yo-yo’s back. I guess there weren’t enough animals for him to devour on the mountain.”

  “Piss off,” I hissed.

  “Make me,” he said, then poked out his tongue.

  “Ugh. I don’t have time for this,” I groaned, shoving him with all my might.

  While I made my way up the stairs, I heard Rich, Mas, and the rest of their gang shout after me. On any other occasion, that would’ve been enough to get my heart racing in fear. However, in this situation, I couldn’t have given less of a fuck if I tried. For some reason, I felt invincible.

  I whistled as I opened my front door. Though I would’ve preferred to have a bit more privacy, it still felt good to be back in my room. At the end of the day, this was one of the few places on the island where I felt safe. Sure, someone had previously snuck in with a rat cage, but at least people weren’t lurking around, waiting to gang up on me. Juno was nothing compared to the members of STAR or even Mas and his stupid friends.

  Once I took my soggy sneakers off, I realized I’d assumed wrong—terribly wrong.

  “Juno?” I shrieked, darting across the room while the door swung shut. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  He was hunched over my luggage bag. When he turned his head, I expected to see a look of alarm. Seconds later, I was stunned into silence. He arched a brow as if to say, See this? Then he pointed to my bed.

  Fuck.

  “Nice bra. They do a real good job at hiding your rack, don’t they?” he sneered.

  My heart dropped the instant I saw my sports bra and bloodied bedsheets laid out across my bed. Oh God, I was totally screwed. He might as well have walked into me while I was butt naked.

  “Why don’t you own any sexier bras or any other lingerie pieces though? I was looking forward to getting my hands on a pair of crotchless panties, but I take it you only wear boxers?” He cackled. “Believe me, I’ve checked.”

  Although I wanted to tackle my disgusting asshole of a roommate and claw the smug expression off his face, I knew that would get me nowhere. As a matter of fact, if I hurt him, it would only increase whatever punishment was in store for me. So I just stood there, completely helpless, while my soul shattered into a million pieces. When I closed my eyes, I pictured Domin in his hospital bed. I’d failed him.

  “Hello? What on Earth are you doing? You’re not ignoring me, are you?” Juno jeered, coming over to me and clicking his fingers right next to my ear.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but his gummy grin. He clearly relished rubbing salt into my wounds. Goddammit. Why did my roommate have to be such a sick bastard? Why couldn’t he have just run off to the confessional room as soon as he found my bra?

  “So what is it like sharing a room with a boy? Did you ever get horny from catching a glimpse of me changing out of my clothes?” he said.

  “Juno,” I whispered. It took everything in me to hold back from shouting out how I found him utterly repulsive inside and out.

  “Go on. Spill the beans. We both know you’re fucked. Why don’t we have some fun in the meantime? Hey, why don’t I start off by telling you my secret? You’re the first girl outside of my family who’s ever seen me shirtless.” He sniggered. “Now that I think of it, you’re actually not as ugly as I used to think you were.”

  I peered at the window behind him. Honestly, I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to push him or jump out of it myself.

  After scratching his potbelly, he pinched my cheek. “You’re such a sneaky bitch. I can’t believe you tricked me. Mind you, there was always something off about your appearance. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was, so I presumed you were one of those guys with low levels of testosterone. Nope. You’re a girl.”

  “Don’t do this,” I whispered.

  “Don’t do what?” he spat out.

  “I know I tricked you. Hell, I’ve been lying to everyone. But I had to. It was my last resort,” I said.

  He lifted his foot, then slowly brought it down onto my toes. “Looks like I get to crush your last resort into little pieces then.”

  With no more pride left in me, I collapsed onto the floor and clung onto his leg.

  “What the fuck?” he muttered.

  “Could you please keep this between us?” I said.

  “Let me think. Alright. Here goes. Drumroll please.” He curled his lip and tapped on the top of my head. “And the answer is a big fat no!”

  “Juno, please,” I whimpered.

  “Oh, Hamin. You’ve got to try to look at the situation from my perspective too. What’s in it for me if I keep my mouth shut? Hey, I know. Nothing.” He kicked my shoulder.

  �
��Please,” I cried out as I fell backward.

  He stretched his arms out lazily as I got down on my knees. God, I must’ve looked so bloody pathetic. However, I knew I couldn’t stop until we’d come to an agreement. I was not going to let Domin down. Not now. Not ever.

  I added, “That’s not true. I’ll do anything—really, anything you want—as long as you help me out just this once. Heck, you don’t even have to take this to your grave. Could you please, please give me two more weeks? All I ask for is two more weeks on the island before you share my secret with whoever the hell you want and in whatever way you want.” I rubbed my hands together. “Two more weeks. Please. I’m begging you.”

  “Who would have thought you were capable of being a submissive wee thing? It must’ve been hard keeping your chin up and smiling at the camera while everybody was messing with you. Poor old Hamin. You’re a lot weaker than you seem, aren’t you?” he said, pulling on my cheek.

  “Help me,” I murmured.

  “Weakling,” he hissed before spitting on my face.

  As I felt a drop of saliva trickle down my eyebrow toward my eyelashes, my stomach churned with fury. I clenched my jaw. What had my life come to? If only I could throw in the towel and prepare myself for the impending consequences. I knew it was practically impossible to convince this shithead to cooperate. Yet a voice in me told me I couldn’t give up—it was the same voice that had gotten me this far.

  “You’re right. Unlike you, I am a weakling. It’s why I’m a lowly epsilon,” I said. My intention was to boost his ego and make him more compliant.

  “What did you say?” he barked like a morose king who was about to sentence the court jester to death.

  I recoiled in shock. Crap. That wasn’t the reaction I’d anticipated.

  “Is Idol High School nothing but a joke to you? I bet you get a real kick out of being the talentless epsilon who was ranked third for the first round of votes. Congratulations, you bitch,” he said.