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 .

I didn't or maybe I couldn't because unknowingly or knowingly

me Princess , The last thing I want is

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

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

ever the fuck I want you to be , Princess and the term you're searching for is

to leave me the fuck

to leave but he just

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

I say you can leave ?"

you did .Don't you remember the day I apologised to you , you

changed my mind " he says quite

In case you forgot ,

a start to

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

his smell mingles with

suits well with mine .Get a grip , I chid myself , trying to push against his hard chest , wiggling sideways

doesn't even budge , his overpowering strength keeps an

I hiss

“ Why ?"

why in the fuck you

glint he always have around me , reaching up he trace my neck and I shudder " You should

.If my struggle turns him on ,

limp, falling lifeless against

His grip hardened .

like me going against his

he begins, his voice calm , the dangerous sort of calm " You have

the one pushing me , one second you want me get out of your damn sight and

do you think ?" he laughs with a humorlesss edge , as if there was a joke that I

you will be

supposed

will do

head back so he can stare at my face

heart thumps harder and faster

poor little heart

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

danger that comes with being in such a

and hide

that I have always hidden deep inside of my heart was making its way out , crawling and

to God , Let me go or

take you here, right now and murder you after our little moment, I can assure you Coach won't say a word about it , instead he will come rushing in to burn your corpse , scatter your remains and wipe your blood off the floor , in case I end up slipping on it .You have nothing that will threathen me Bella , But I do.Money invites power and Power

his father's power and money behind him , his father wouldn't even need to interfere

rage within me and my

Nope.Not happening 

that my struggle and tears , gives hima satisfaction unknown

feel like

corner of his lips lifts

then, be 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 your consent.I can have

not yours and never

him getting excited over the stupid challenge .I

" he calls

his reach , any second now

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

Wait...What ...

me go...Is this true..?

his expression like a deer caught

the one he uses to charm everyone .His golden boy

What's happening ? 

he’s letting me go, I am. But I can’t help but

that weed poker?"He places a hand in his pocket,

"What?"

an idiot , so don't act

mind .Pray 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

you , and

stop in my tracks

want to believe he’d

and I knew that he won’t

quickening , I ask him. "Why are you doing

"Why do you think?"