Cruel Boy
Clarissa Wild
Contents
Books by Clarissa Wild
Music Playlist
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
Excerpt of A Debt Owed
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Music Playlist
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“Bad Guy” by Billie Eilish
“You Should See Me In A Crown” by Billie Eilish
“COPYCAT” by Billie Eilish
“Ilomilo” by Billie Eilish
“Pass That Dutch” by Missy Elliot
“My Body Is A Cage” by Peter Gabriel
“My Body Is A Cage” by Peter Gabriel (Oxford London Temple Version)
“WHY” by NF
“The Search” by NF
“Leave Me Alone” by NF
“I Just Wanna Know” by NF
“Let You Down” by NF
“If You Want Love” by NF
“Cruel Intentions” by Valerie Broussard
“I Feel Like I’m Drowning” by Two Feet
“Eyes On Fire” by Blue Foundation
“Muddy Waters” by LP
“Dance In The Dark” by Au/Ra
“God’s Whisper” by Raury
“Melody X” by BONAPARTE
“The One” by Jorja Smith
“Dizzy – Live Performance” by MISSIO
“The Darker The Weather // The Better The Man” by MISSIO
“Boys And Girls” by Kyle Dixon
“Angry Too” by Lola Blanc
“Lalala” by bbno$ & y2k
“Nothing Breaks Like A Heart” by Mark Ronson feat. Miley Cyrus
“Break Up With Your Girlfriend” by Ariane Grande
Description
Rich boys sin best.
Gossip always goes around at Falcon Elite Prep.
Everyone knows Nate Wilson, the popular football quarterback and every girl’s crush.
But there’s more behind those drop-dead gorgeous eyes and that killer smile …
He’s a notorious heartbreaker …
And he’s got his eyes set on me.
The twisted games he plays are cruel and dangerous.
He teases and tempts me … just to ruin me.
Because I know the one thing he doesn’t want anyone to know.
A big, dirty secret …
And there’s nothing bad boys won’t do to keep a secret buried.
Chapter 1
Sam
Underwater, everything is quiet. Tranquil. Like heaven is all around you, caressing your body, pulling you into its embrace. Deeper and deeper, it pulls at your legs until they beg to be released.
I hold my water-resistant camera in front of me and take multiple pictures of the cold depths of the ocean. Its beauty never fails to mesmerize me. But I can’t stay for too long; sooner or later, that urge to breathe always pulls me back to the surface toward the dark sky littered with a million flickering lights … back into the noise of swooshing water and rushing wind.
The shore is mostly deserted, except for a few beer cans, party cups, and some clothes and trash lying scattered all around. The only other person there is Nate Wilson … the most handsome guy at school and so much more than that.
He’s sitting on a few rocks near the edge of the beach with a girl by his side. I can’t stop watching. Their hands touch briefly, but then the wave overtakes me and blocks my view. When the water lowers, I shake my head, but the waves keep picking up. Still, I hold up my camera and take a few pictures.
Right as he turns his head toward me, I dive underwater again.
Here, there are no boys, no girls, and no secret touches. Just me and the water, and all the beautiful creatures below that need to meet my camera.
A single picture says more than words ever will.
No matter how powerful they are.
* * *
Nate
People say it only takes a few minutes for your life to be destroyed. I never believed them … until today. With just the snap of a finger, a stupid decision and a simple push, I marked my own fate.
My body grows colder and colder the longer I stay in the water. It consumes me whole as I stray farther and farther away from myself. From reality.
I’m so damn dizzy, but I can’t collapse here. Not now, not in the middle of the ocean. I take a deep breath and peel my eyes open, forcing myself to go.
That’s when I spot her … the girl and her camera.
FLASH.
I cover my eyes with my hand. Salty seawater enters my nostrils and mouth as I struggle to swim.
When I open my eyes again, the girl is gone; swallowed by the same waves that drag me back to the shore.
As my feet sink into the sand and the water creeps up against my toes, I stop and turn around, clutching the long red hairs in my hand as though they’re my last lifeline.
This is now the place where not only my life changed forever.
But hers too.
Chapter 2
Sam
The deep blue sea looks like an impregnable abyss, even from a mere image on my laptop. A beautiful composition of a whole array of colors with the occasional fish swimming through the darkness as if i
t’s taunting fate.
The pictures don’t compare to real life. They don’t show the feelings you had when you were there, or the taste or smell of the water. In reality, the water is cold, and the salt is harsh on the skin, and if you’re not careful, it could swallow you whole.
For a few seconds, I stare at the images, cycling through them on repeat as if they’ll tell me something that wasn’t there before. A glimpse into an unseen world, a deep, dark secret waiting to be discovered.
But a single glance at a boy walking in the water makes me close the tab and lean away.
I sigh and close my eyes for a second. Breathe.
When I open my eyes, I click and drag the file toward the bin. My finger hovers over the mouse, but I can’t push myself to throw it away.
“Samantha! Are you coming or not?”
Groaning to myself, I close my laptop and brush my white blond hair in front of the mirror. I always loved this metallic color, but I only painted my hair after I discovered my mom hated it.
I grab my bag, fill it with the stuff I need, and rush downstairs. Heading straight into the kitchen, I pull open the fridge to take out the milk and have a taste.
“Sam!” Mom snatches the carton away from me.
“What?” I mumble.
“I told you not to do that,” she says, rolling her eyes as she pours some in her coffee. “Our cleaning lady keeps having to throw it away.”
I shrug as I grab a bowl and fill it up with Cheerios and steal the milk back again. Mom approaches me from the side and plants a kiss on my temple. “And morning, hope you slept well.”
“Morning to you too,” I say, smiling sweetly even though I’m totally not, but I’ll do it for her. After all, only got one mom.
My smile immediately dissipates when I turn around and come face to face with her new boy toy crawling out of their upstairs sex cave. Just the thought of what they’re doing in there makes me gag.
I ignore him as best as I can while I sit down at the table, and he waddles past me, toward the coffeemaker … and my mom. When he touches her expensive purple silk robe, a chill runs across my spine. God, I hate that fucker.
He smooches her in a way I never thought I’d see my mom kiss someone, groping her butt along with it, and I practically spit out my Cheerios onto the kitchen table.
“Can ya not … in here? Please?” I beg. At least I added a please. It’s more than they got last time.
My mom raises a brow at me while her boy toy throws me a look. That look; the one he always saves for whenever I open my mouth, and he remembers I exist … and that I was here before him.
I glare right back at him while gobbling up my Cheerios. Then I grab my phone and check the messages.
Mo: Cash me ousside, whore.
I snort and type back.
Sam: Coming, whore.
Mo: Hard.
I tuck my phone away, grab my bag, and get up.
“Where are you going?” Mom asks. “I thought we were going to have a family breakfast.”
“School. Duh,” I reply, shrugging while I grab some toast from the toaster.
“But it’s so early. Class doesn’t start for another hour,” she says. Spinning on her heels, she’s clenching the pan of eggs she was baking. “I still wanted to talk to you.”
Oh, boy.
Talking.
That’s code for a conversation I really don’t wanna have.
“Whoa, be careful, honey,” her new boy toy says as he holds up his hand close to the pan. “Almost hurt me there.”
I wish she had.
“Sorry,” she mutters, gazing into his eyes as though she’s already forgotten about me.
He puckers his lips and gives her a sloppy kiss. “It’s okay, honey.”
My eyes almost roll to the back of my head.
From the hallway, I yell, “Bye!”
And I stuff the toast into my mouth before grabbing my coat and running off.
“Don’t be late today! I’m making lasagna tonight!” Mom yells. As if my favorite meal will coax me to stay. Nothing in the world could keep me in that house as long as that guy is here lurking in the background.
“Oh, and if you want, you can invite Monica too!”
Ew. As if I want Mo to see the travesty that is my mom and her new boy toy, Randy.
Rushing out the door, I head straight to Monica’s new Range Rover, which she got from her parents as a birthday gift last summer, parked right outside in the driveway.
“Took you long enough,” she says as I jump in and close the door.
“Bitch,” I mumble, and she snorts. “We’re fucking early.”
She shrugs and tucks a strand of her coppery brown hair behind her ear. “Figured you didn’t wanna spend any more time with those two lovebirds.”
I suck in a breath. “Oh, man.”
“Do I even wanna know how bad it is?”
I cringe. “Nope.”
She starts the car and revs the engine. “Better get outta here fast then, before they start rolling over the lawn naked.”
I gag out loud, and she laughs in response.
“I don’t know what she sees in him,” I say. Mom’s in front of the kitchen window waving at me, but her new boy toy is right behind her, hugging her tight as if to say, “she’s all mine now,” and it grosses me out.
I wave back with a blank stare, and Monica drives off, whispering, “The power of the D.”
“Who’s the whore now?” I quip.
“Who? Me? Naaaah,” she jokes. “I’m still as pristine as Virgin Mary.”
“I hope you mean the drink,” I retort.
“Pfft, you’re one to talk. Last I remember, you were sucking the soul out of Brody’s mouth.” Monica punches me in the shoulder.
“That was before summer,” I reply.
“So?” She raises a brow.
“I’m so over him.” I look out the window.
“So who’s next on your list? Got any favs?” she asks.
“No one,” I reply.
“What?” She narrows her eyes. “Course you do.”
“Boys are just a distraction.”
It’s quiet for a few seconds, then she sputters, “Pfft, that is such a Sam thing to say.”
I glance at her over my shoulder. “What? It’s true. Boys are dumb.”
“But those eyes …” She blinks. “Those abs …” She bites her lip. “And those mouths …” She curls her fingers into claws, and says, “Rawr.”
“Jesus.” My eyes practically roll to the back of my head. “You’re such a cliché.”
“Who cares? Besides, boys make me happy.”
“You mean dicks?” I retort, and my tongue dips out while laughing.
Her brow rises. “You know what? That’s a fact, and I don’t even care.”
“Whore,” I say with a smirk.
“Whore you too,” she says.
And we both laugh at each other like two goddamn hyenas.
The drive to school doesn’t take nearly as long when I’m in the car with her. I have my own car, of course, but I prefer to carpool with her. It’s better for the environment and for my health. Chatting with Mo is pretty much the only thing that keeps me sane right now with that guy living in my home. I expected him to be gone before the end of summer, but some things are stickier than others, and this cum stain isn’t coming off so easily.
When we get to the massive gates surrounding our school, I swallow and sit back while Monica rolls down her window.
“Student number?” a voice says through the monitor.
“Five, one, three, zero, eight and five, two, six, four, one.”
“Thank you,” the voice replies, and the gates open at a snail’s pace.
We drive all the way up the hill on the stone path to the giant parking lot to the right of the school. Tons of expensive cars are parked here, most of them belonging to the spoiled kids attending the school, who got them from their rich parents. Not that I’m the one to talk.
/> “So … you ready?” Monica asks, clutching her hands together.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, shrugging again.
“Damn, you shrug a lot,” she says as she gets out of the car.
I follow suit. “So?”
She smacks the door shut and locks the car. “Is it me, or have you gotten bitchier lately?” she says, a defiant smirk on her face.
“That’s what happens after the worst summer ever,” I reply.
She cocks her head, and says, “Aww, c’mere.” Before I know it, she’s already smashed my face between her giant tits. “Hug.”
“You’re … choking … me …” I hiss.
“Good, maybe that’ll knock some sense into you,” she jokes as she releases me.
I cough. “Thanks.”
“You shoulda called more often,” she says. “I could’ve been there for you.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
“You sure?” She raises a brow. “I know you had it rough last year, with your father—”
I interrupt her by holding up a finger and give her the sternest face I can muster.
“Right.” She smashes her lips together. “Fine. We won’t talk about him. But you gotta promise me you’ll enjoy your senior year.”
“Oh, I definitely will,” I say, rubbing my lips together while we walk along the thick marble path.
“You owe it to yourself,” she says. “You need to have a good time. Live a little.”
“Yeah.” I suck in a deep breath. She’s right, but … telling yourself you should and actually doing it are two entirely different things.
“C’mon, let’s go. Time to wreck the school.”
Monica drags me with her toward the huge building. To this very day, Falcon Elite Prep School still makes my jaw drop. The giant regal building reminds me of a palace built by kings and queens to oversee their citizens, but I’m no royal. Though I don’t doubt some of them attend this prep school.
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