Fredericks POV“Mister Walter, will you mind explaining the reason behind your act of stupidity? Do you know who the Greysons are? The last time you fought with him, I sent you off for a warning because of your father's connection with the school. Now you beat him to pulp, and you expect me to let you go?”The deans berated on and on about how the Greysons were the sponsors of almost all activities here in high school, how I should be grateful to have him in our midst, and how they are going to sue me for damages.But believe me when I say, if I was given the opportunity to hit him as hard as I did or even more, I would do it a thousand times, but he was wealthy and more accessible to get defended by all who felt obliged by their wealth, so I kept quiet and let her talk on and on about my chances of entering college with such bad behaviour.“If your dad wasn’t reputable, I would have nailed you down. Why can’t you be more like him? He’s such a gentle man. I would have had you expelled
Fredericks POVWhat ever got into her from school down to my room made her push me all the way back on my bed; she ruffled my shirt then down my pants. I didn’t bother pushing her off because I wanted it as well, and I might as well have made a sex queen.In a swift move, my pants were already half way down my knee, and she had my dick in their mouth, gently sucking the cum off the head of my cock. She then leans up and places her hip on me. "Let me take control; I need it,” she voiced, then kissed me hurriedly.Her hunger was unmatched; she had never craved sex as much as she did now, which came as an instant turn-off for me. Her word came back to me: I was ‘just sex’ to her."Joan, stop it.” I raised her hungry self off my body, but she pushed herself further and then ruffled herself on my body again."Stop it; we can’t keep doing this."“What is this? Is this not what you want? This is what Isaac took from you, right? He took me away, so here I am, presenting myself to you, and you
Joan’s POVIt was nighttime already, and everywhere couldn’t be any quieter than it was. Being seated at the dinner table was the worst idea at this point in time, knowing none of us wanted to talk to each other. The view was baffling enough, coupled with the weird fact that no one wanted to talk first.Before me were mom and Jones, eating with the tip of their spoons and their eyes darting at each other. Then, back to me, mom only made that face when she found it uneasy to talk about something.“What?” I finally broke the shackles of silence.“We are going on a vacation tomorrow,” mom finally blurted.What did they want me to say? I could tell her I didn’t want her to go, and she would stay back, or maybe I could tell her this husband wasn’t worth the stress, and for once she wouldn’t see me as a dumb girl who knew nothing about what a marriage is, a dumb girl who runs out of her problem when things become unbearable.“Have you heard?” Jones voice echoed in our ears, and then the lum
Joan’s POVI didn’t like him; at least I shouldn’t, or maybe I didn’t put enough effort into liking him; he was good, right?, or used to be.A lot of thoughts flooded my mind, like what if all this was a set-up to get back at me, or if he was playing mind games with Nita and I and somehow made me feel special, but he said he liked me, then what happened now?Instantly, I felt bad for even thinking in that direction, because damn it, it hurts so much—way more than it should.It's been a day, and he was already with my best friend. Like, that wasn’t enough; he rubbed it on my face because I wanted to break up with him, or I didn't give in to his obsessiveness.Nita had been following me around all along, wanting to explain why all these shenanigans were happening. I could tell she felt bad, but I didn't hold any grudges against her. Rather, I feared what mind games he must be playing with her, and I should have told her what was going on in my life.Even with all that, I still didn’t wa
NOTE: It’s all a work of fiction; it would be advisable to skip it. Trigger warnings ahead, including suicide and toxic thoughts.Fredericks POVA picture popped up on my screen. It was sent by an anonymous person, and it had Joan and me in it—one from my last visit to school—and it had both of us kissing. Damn it, who could it be? No one knew about our relationship. Someone out there now has a clip and is threatening to use it against us. “Wait for me!” Joan yelled from behind while she ran after me, “Stay back inside; don’t come out!” I said that to her, but she didn’t stop. The anonymous sender had requested that I come out of the building, which I did in hopes that he would be there, but there was no one there.Confusion settled in my mind at once. Someone was playing mind games with me, and it worked because my heart was rising and my mind had gone far and wide. Who might want to tease me this badly? Who could be in the hallway that day? Whoever it was, I swore not to let the pe
Joan’s POVWhat does he think I am—some kind of lady who he could just come back to, and I will accept him back? I was angry and annoyed that he slept with her after our conversation; it was just a blow in my ego that I meant nothing to him, just a swing of her fingers, and he was back to her like he didn’t just spend the best time with me.For crying out loud, we just had sex, and it was good; he said it himself, but he chose to act crazy just so he could escape from me, then spent the rest of the day talking with her and probably sleeping with her, then came back to me with a lame excuse that he spent it in the hospital.She was rich and could afford whatever company she chose, but because she chose him instead, I couldn’t breathe. I liked him so much that I wanted him for myself; I wanted him all to myself and not her. Whatever she had, I had it, but it seemed he loved her more than me.I felt stupid saying what I had just said, but I just needed someone, but Fred wasn’t the one fo
Joan’s POVThe day started off like every other miserable day in school, people looking and murmuring like some kind of jerk that couldn’t confron let me about anything, then there was Anita approaching me with an apologetic face; at least she wasn’t with Isaac, who was lurking around her like some kind of leach, which was good; his face was the last thing I wanted to see today."Hey""Hi,” I replied, walking towards the class,but she followed me. "Won't you at least talk to me? I didn’t know you had something to do with him; you didn’t tell me. How do you expect me not to accept? I mean, look at him; he’s cute and rich, and you didn’t tell me you liked him as much, Joan."She held my hands, so I stopped walking.“Listen to me; I am sorry.” She wasn’t having the silent treatment, and I could tell from the teary eyes that she was on the verge of tears.“I broke up with him already; I asked him why he swayed me into a relationship, and he gave a very stupid answer, so I broke up with hi
Joan’s POVI didn’t want to believe he had spies around, but Isaac was a psychopath; he could do anything; he could get whatever information he wanted, even if it was my personal secret. My main fear was what he was going to do with it and why he decided to let me know about his knowledge about the affair.“Joan” Anita came into the restroom, pulling my hands; my eyes were still clotted in tears. I pulled her in for a hug because I just couldn’t hold the thought to myself anymore; it was like there was no single happy moment with me; it was one problem after another, and at that moment I was tired.“What are we going to do? Do you want to tell your mother? How about we plead with him if he is willing to let this go with a consequence, but I don’t think it’s a good idea? Hey, cheer up; we will pass this mountain.” She coaxed me even more.“Clean your eyes and follow me out.” She held my hands, and as we walked out, my mind still twirled around the possibility that it might be leaked, a