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

calling me Princess , The last thing I want is your girlfriend coming after my ass " I hiss at

brains don't you Princess .And I will

is. And stop calling me princess ,

to be , Princess and the term you're searching

him to go and rot in the deepest depths of hell .] just want him to leave me the fuck alone , so that I can

and turn around to leave but he just wouldn't let me

strong hand clutches my arm and wheeled me back

can leave ?" he asks

you , you asked me

"

become one of your subjects , In case you forgot , I

a start to everything

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

his

a grip , I chid myself , trying to push against his hard chest , wiggling sideways

even budge , his overpowering strength keeps an

struggling I hiss

“ Why ?"

the fuck

always have around me , reaching up he trace my neck and I shudder

struggle at once .If my struggle turns him on , then it's better

lifeless against my body., schooling my

His grip hardened .

sick bastard didn't like me going against

" You have

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

with a humorlesss edge ,

never thought you will be this

that supposed to

you think, I will do this with

and forefinger,slanting m y head back so he can

harder

my poor little heart

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

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

hide

way out , crawling and if] didn't do anything soon.It will resurrect on the surface ,

, Let me go or

rushing in to burn your corpse , scatter your remains and wipe your blood off

because they are true .As long as he has his father's power and money

flares a rage within me and my eyes starts burning

Nope.Not happening 

struggle and tears , gives hima satisfaction unknown to me.I won't

you feel like

his lips

my guest , show me what you got, Princess.I’m curious to see who will believe you when you tell them

its not yours and

escape my lips .I shouldn't have done that , How could I be so foolish .I just saw him getting excited over

Princess " he calls me

reach

on the table doesn't come , instead he steps

Wait...What ...

me go...Is this true..?

his expression like a deer caught

features into the one he

What's happening ? 

me go, I am. But I can’t help but feel the tinge of

poker?"He places a hand in his pocket,

"What?"

, so don't

why is me being friends with Ron , matters to you ?"

you , and this time ...." he trails off "I

I stop in my tracks turning around

believe he’d go that far, but who am I

 Jacob wasn't scared of shit and I knew that he won’t stop until he

ask him. "Why are you doing

"Why do you think?"