Im -perfect

In the morning I woke up refreshed, my heart a bit at ease .

Even though I kept recalling yesterday for the entire night and finally came to conclusion of ' Let's just forget whatever happened ' because I had no other choice , not against who shall not be called by his anymore .

After a very serious pep talk with myself , I decided that no one - including ,-The one will break me.

My father abandoning us didn't and neither will Jacob .I had enough and I wasn't going to play along with him not now, not ever.

I drove to my school , nerves jangling but still stride inside the school with my head held high.

The cat calls of ' Bella the Waddington ' starts but I ignore them , they were nothing compared to what Jacob had planned for me inside that sick head of his .

Despite keeping a good courageously front , my nerves started to stretch with anxiety and tremors shoots down my spine the closer I get to my class.

First period was history which meant I had to see him again.

Those gorgeous eyes that had somehow entrapped me in them.

Son of a bitch .How the hell I'm supposed to finish an entire year with him being in one of my classes? 

I stride forward with even more enthusiasm trying to get rid of whatever, I was feeling currently but my pace falters as I walk inside the currently empty classroom and all of a sudden , the memory of Jacob trapping me that day refreshes in my mind.

A strange feeling grips my heart and my body acts up in the awareness of that day's memory .

I can still feel his hands over me.

His close breath.

His dark gaze as he let it roam all over my body .

A strong rage takes over me , I reprimand myself for feeling like this but that's not all , something as immoral and sinful, something that might have gripped me last night , grips me again.

‘No! No! No! I'm not letting him inside my head '.

Frowning I move forward ignoring the subtle jibes of my arousal .

‘Atleast Its empty ' that's what I thought but then I turn around and my head collides with a hard strong chest .

“Were you expecting me , Princess?"

I instantly step back at arm's length ,not only because I don't want that day incident to happen once again but also to stop the sudden burst of current to stop , after his touch .

I wanted to tell him to stop calling me princess and to leave m e alone but my voice just wouldn't work .My nerves tingling, I feel terror and excitement rising .

I wanted to hide , to run or even better to scream but I knew they were all suicidal options .

Jacob can easily turn the tides with a simple flick of his finger.Girls wouldn't mind getting on his good sides to just have a chance with him and boys wouldn't like to take a shot at being on the shit list with Jacob and his friends .

Since , [had no other choice .I can only fight but the moment I met his gaze with mine.My courage falters leaving nothing .

He looked perfect .

perfect face .

perfect body.

perfect everything .

I knew that he doesn't even try for it , and it still looks like the school’s uniform was tailored for his firm, muscular body.

No wonder he is the Golden boy .

His appearance is enough to charm everyone without even trying.

Or to intimidate .

In certain cases , Like me.

"So , you ran away yesterday?" he says as a matter of factly .

"I didn't, I think , I said no first and left " it would have been better if I just went ahead and asked him to kill me out right because in my turmoil of emotions I once again forgot that you don't say not to the four horsemen , who can tactically ruin you to rubble .

Shoving a hand in his pocket, he studies me up and down, his gaze slowly drifting down to where he had once groped me.

It takes all my effort to turn around and leave but something tells me that this time Jacob wouldn't let me go that easily .

"I think you're lying , I know you want me as much as everyone else does, Princess '' he remarks .

maybe

, The last thing I want is your girlfriend coming after my ass "

you have your brains don't you Princess .And I will call you whatever I want because , she isn't

most polite vocabulary there is. And stop calling me princess , I'm not

so ever the fuck I want you to be , Princess and the term

.] just want him to leave me the fuck alone , so that

to leave

strong hand clutches my arm and wheeled me back so hard, Iland straight against

say you can leave ?" he asks me

you remember the day I apologised to you , you asked me never to come in

mind " he

forgot , I don't listen to you , Knight "

a start

only to drape them around my waist pulling me even closer to him.His arms resting on the small o

that his smell mingles

height and broadeness suits well with mine .Get a grip , I chid myself , trying to push against his hard chest

doesn't even budge , his overpowering strength keeps an

I hiss at

“ Why ?"

, why in the fuck you

it when you struggle against me " his eyes darkening , with the same sadistic glint he always have around me , reaching up he trace my

once .If my struggle turns him on , then

go limp, falling lifeless against my

His grip hardened .

bastard didn't like me going against

dangerous sort of calm " You have

????" T shriek "You're the one pushing me , one second you want me get out of your damn sight and the next second , you hold me like

laughs with a humorlesss edge , as if there was a joke that

thought you will be this adorable and

that supposed

think, I will do this with you?" he question

chin with his thumb and forefinger,slanting m y head back so

harder

poor little heart

how much I think that the situation was under my control , it wasn't .It got out of hand the moment I stepped into

, my heart recognizes this fear , this danger that comes with

hide my overflowing

that I have always hidden deep inside of my heart was making its way out , crawling and if] didn't

swear to God , Let me go

moment, I can assure you Coach won't say a word about it , instead he will come rushing in to burn your

money behind him , his father wouldn't even

me and my

Nope.Not happening 

hima

you feel like

lips lifts up

my guest , show me what you got, Princess.I’m curious to see who will believe you when you tell them that I touched you without

not yours and

, How could I be so foolish .I just saw him getting excited over the stupid challenge .I regret my words at once ,

" he calls

trying to get out of his reach

blow of him draping me down on the table doesn't come , instead

Wait...What ...

letting me go...Is

watch his expression like a deer caught in the

into the one he uses to

What's happening ? 

can’t help

you and that weed poker?"He places a hand in his

"What?"

not an idiot , so don't act

tell me why is me being friends with Ron , matters to you ?" I don't know but the urge t o turn around and escape his

you , and this time ...." he trails off "I won't stop

in my tracks

to believe he’d go

I knew that he won’t stop until

quickening , I ask him. "Why are

"Why do you think?"