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 .

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

calling me Princess , The last thing I want is your girlfriend coming

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

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

be , Princess and the term you're searching for is fuck buddy

him to leave

and turn around to leave but he just wouldn't

and wheeled me back so hard,

I say you can leave

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

mind " he says quite

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

a start

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

his

broadeness suits well with mine .Get a grip , I chid myself

doesn't even budge , his overpowering strength keeps an iron

" struggling I hiss at

“ Why ?"

fuck you shouldn't?" I

me " his eyes darkening , with the same sadistic glint he always have around me

struggle at once .If my struggle turns him on , then it's better for me to fighting against

letting my arm go limp, falling lifeless against my

His grip hardened .

the sick bastard didn't like me

of advice , Princess " he begins, his voice calm , the dangerous sort of calm " You have seen what I can do

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

, as if there was

will be this adorable and

that supposed

will do this with you?"

m y head

harder and faster

poor

was under my control , it wasn't .It got out of hand

spine straightens , my heart recognizes this fear , this danger that comes with being in such

to run away and hide my

my heart was making its way out , crawling and if] didn't

to God ,

will understand better , If I 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 entice people.You might have your head stuck up somewhere , so let me tell you ,

.As long as he has his father's power and money behind him , his father wouldn't even need to interfere and everything will blow over

rage within me and my eyes starts burning with

Nope.Not happening 

hima

feel like

of his lips

think you can take me, then, be my guest , show me what you got, Princess.I’m curious to see who will believe

not yours and

that , How could I be so foolish .I just saw him getting excited over the stupid challenge .I regret my words at once , scolding myself for being so stupid for dangling the

" he calls me

out of his reach , any second now he will -

the blow of him draping me down on

Wait...What ...

me go...Is this true..?

expression like a deer caught in

one he uses to charm everyone

What's happening ? 

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

and that weed poker?"He places a hand in his pocket, appearing casual, almost

"What?"

so don't

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

I'll chase you , and this time

stop in my tracks

doesn’t want to believe he’d

of shit and I knew that he won’t

quickening , I ask him. "Why

"Why do you think?"