Derek held my hand tightly, staring into my eyes with a look of urgency. The atmosphere between us was tense and uncomfortable, making me feel like something big was about to happen.I couldn't help but feel disgusted as he spoke to me. "There is one thing you can do, though.""If you're about to ask me to do something dirty, forget it," I said firmly, pulling my hand away from his grip.Derek smirked, but his eyes told a different story. "Trust me, there are many dirty things I can think of, but you're definitely not the girl I'd dream of doing it with.""You're lying," I responded, my instincts telling me that there was something more to his request. "Your expression is telling me otherwise."Derek's face became serious, and I knew that this was going to be a tough conversation. "I want you to stay away from Jacob," he said firmly.I faced him fully, folding my arms across my chest. "I wanted us to get around to this. You know that's not possible, right?"Derek's expression was sk
Ronnie's point of view:The next day, I walked out of the house to meet Derek boarding his motorbike. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the countryside. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I saw him, knowing that we would be spending the day together.As I walked up to him, I noticed that the caretakers had done a great job yesterday. The floors were clean and shiny, and everything looked tidy and organized. I could tell that they had worked hard all day, and I appreciated their efforts. I could see that they had also done some other activities around the house, like trimming the bushes and weeding the garden.Yesterday, I had decided to give the caretakers enough privacy to do their job, so I went out to continue my painting on the countryside. I spent the entire day painting, enjoying the peaceful scenery and the fresh air. By the time I had returned to the house, it was sunset, and I was ready to get some rest.The next morning, I rea
Derek's point of view:My arms were pinned behind my back, and I could feel someone holding my waist, leading me towards something. I realized that I was being led to a waiting black van. I struggled to free myself, but the guy holding me was too strong. In a moment, I was pushed into the van, and the door slammed shut behind me. The inside of the van was dimly lit, and there were six tough-looking guys, all glaring at me. They wore uniforms that were slightly different from the ones Griffin Elites University wore. I had a feeling that I was in trouble, and that feeling only grew stronger when I saw the guy sitting next to me, pointing a flip knife at me. The six boys sneered at me, calling me a dead man. I kept calm as the van drove off into the road. I knew that panicking would only make things worse.I could see through the window that we were driving towards a lonely, abandoned place. It was a junkyard. When we finally stopped, the guy with the flip knife pushed me out o
Derek's point of view:It had been days since I last heard from Jacob, and I couldn't help but feel satisfied with how I had handled him. One threat to my relationship with Ronnie was gone, and I felt confident in our future together. Ronnie didn't ask about Jacob either, and I could tell that she felt safe going to school on her own without the fear of running into him. I doubted she had any lingering feelings for him, but the thought of her potentially getting a new boyfriend still worried me. As beautiful as Ronnie was, with her nice figure and charming personality, it was no surprise that other men would be interested in her. The idea of someone else having her made my stomach churn. The thought of Ronnie getting a boyfriend was inevitable, and it worried me to no end.I knew that she was interested in dating and that there was a high chance she would find someone soon. The idea of her being intimate with someone else made me sick to my stomach. What was the point of my fi
Ronnie's point of view:In Derek's room, I could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere was so quiet that my loud breathing and the squeaking of the bed seemed to be the only sounds in the room. Derek was lying on the bed, staring up at me as I straddled his body. My hands were wrapped tightly around his neck, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. Derek grinned up at me, his teeth showing in a mischievous smile. I was threatening him, demanding that he hand over my panties. "Hand over my panties or I'll fucking kill you," I warned him. Derek replied coolly, "I told you, I don't have them." Frustrated, I increased the pressure on his neck and glared at him with hard, set eyes. "You wanna die? I know you're with them. Perhaps you don't like breathing." But Derek found it all amusing. "I'd rather be strangled by my sister than another woman," he quipped. "You're unbelievable," I spat at him, disgusted by his perverted behavior. Derek continued to push my buttons. "You'r
Derek's point of view:I leaned on my motorbike, laughing and chattering with my friends. We were in the parking lot, just hanging out after school. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and we were all in a good mood.I have to admit, I was pretty popular at school. My friends were all cool, and we were always invited to the best parties. People always wanted to be around us, and I loved it.One of my friends, Mike, was organizing a party on his father's yacht. He invited me along, saying there would be lots of girls there. I was interested, but I had second thoughts. It was going to be an all-nighter, and I couldn't imagine leaving Ronnie all by herself at home.Besides, I still had plans on taking Ronnie out for the movies. It was just going to be a harmless date, but I didn't want to disappoint her.Suddenly, I saw Meg. She was standing a little further ahead, beckoning to me. I excused myself from my friends and went over to her.I understood why she didn't come any
Ronnie's point of view:"Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend!" I heard Derek yell from behind me. I couldn't believe it. Derek had called me his girlfriend. My heart fluttered at the thought, but my mind was still reeling from the situation at handGolden boy slowly glanced over his shoulder, my ripped uniform in his hand. He stared at Derek, raising an eyebrow.Derek's furious looks burned holes into me as he watched me in the hands of Golden boy's gang. "Let her go," he said through gritted teeth."Huh?" Golden boy's eyes were bored as he took in Derek. "Girlfriend? Who the fuck are you?"One of Golden boy's squad came forward and whispered in his ear. "That's Derek Diamond. He's Desmond Diamond's only son."Golden boy wrinkled his nose. "Huh, Derek Diamond? Never heard of him."His squad looked surprised. "Well, he's a first year, but he's quite popular."Unimpressed, Golden boy turned to face Derek. "I'm Golden boy, first year," he announced. "Come closer let me see your f
Ronnie's point of view:I remember the day vividly, I was just eight years old and walking home from school when four boys started to follow me. They were bigger and stronger than me, and I knew immediately that they were going to bully me.The biggest boy amongst them, whose name I can't even remember, seized my Barbie doll from me and taunted me. I was so frightened that I backed away like a trapped rabbit in the corner.I whimpered, "Give it back," but they just laughed at me. The biggest boy started ripping off the hair off my Barbie doll.I shed tears watching them destroy my doll, and I tried to reach out for it, but the other three boys hit me.I shouted for help, but we were at the back of the kiddies playing ground, and the teachers weren't in sight. It was just me and my bullies.I was almost giving up when someone came to my rescue. He yelled, charging after the biggest boy with his raised fist.Little Derek hit the biggest boy down between his legs. The boy knocked h