I LIKE THE WAY YOU HURT: A Dark Interracial High School Bully Romance

by Lorrain Allen

  “I know, Mom.”

  “Come have a seat by me.” She rubs the empty space next to her.

  I remove my book bag from my shoulder to place on the side of the sofa along with my purchases before taking a seat. My mom reaches over to give me a strong hug.

  “How were cheerleader tryouts?”

  “I decided not to try out, Mom.”

  “Why not? I know you would’ve made the squad. You’ve been a cheerleader since elementary school.”

  “This is my last year of high school, so I want to really focus on my academics to get accepted into a really good college.”

  I lie to her because I don’t want her to worry about me, and anyway, I can take care of myself. I don’t need to run to my mom about problems at school.

  “Oh okay. Well, I want you to do what’s best for you.”

  “I’m the chief editor of the school paper.”

  “Congratulations, sweetheart. I’m so happy for you.”

  “Thanks, Mom. So, between the school paper, working, and focusing on my academics, there’s no time for cheerleading.”

  “There’s a tutoring program for students who are struggling academically on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school. I was wondering if you would be interested in volunteering. It would look good on your college applications.”

  “That’s a great idea, Mom. I’m available on Thursdays, so I can start next week.”

  “Wonderful, school is only ten minutes away. Be sure to drive over right after school.”

  “Okay, Mom.

  “How’s everything else going? Are kids being nice? Did you make any new friends?”

  I tell my mom about Jamal, Kate, and Lucy. We chat a little more about how she likes her new position. After a while, my mom lets out a big yawn.

  “Okay, old woman, it’s time for you to go to bed.”

  My mom swats at me playfully.

  “Okay, I’m going.”

  She gives me a kiss on the cheek then heads upstairs.

  Kate managed to schedule another interview with a football player after practice today. She and I are waiting in room 205 for him to arrive. She hasn’t scheduled interviews with the three king assholes yet. When she does, I definitely don’t want to be around. Lucy couldn’t stay. She’s covering a shift for a co-worker. Kate’s cell phone rings.

  “Hello,” says Kate.

  “Ms. Hendricks, I have an interview scheduled this afternoon.” She listens to the person on the other end of the phone.

  “Okay, fine.” She removes her cell phone from her ear. “My foster mother wants me to pick up her daughter from dance class. She’s been called into an emergency meeting at work. Can you do the interview by yourself?”

  “Sure.”

  “I scheduled Cody Waters for 5:00 p.m. so he should be here in a few minutes.”

  “You can count on me, ma’am,” I say as I salute her.

  She laughs as she walks out the door, “Thanks for this.”

  “No problem,” I reply.

  It’s 5:20 p.m. and he still hasn’t arrived. If he’s not here in ten minutes, I’m leaving. I’m playing a game on my cell phone when I hear the door open.

  Speak of the devil.

  I click the game off I’ve been playing on my cell phone, putting it inside my book bag before glancing at the door.

  “What the fuck are you doing here? I’m supposed to be interviewing Cody Waters.”

  There’s no way I would’ve agreed to interview Maverick Carter.

  He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulder. “Cody couldn’t make it, so I volunteered. You should be happy I graced you with my presence.”

  “I don’t have time for your shit. Kate will have to interview you herself,” I say, standing up.

  I grab my book bag with every intention of leaving the room.

  Maverick is blocking the door, so I step to the right, but he steps with me. I step to the left, but he follows.

  “Get the fuck out of my way Maverick.”

  He reaches behind him to lock the door.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  His hair is still wet from the shower he took after football practice. The black shirt he’s wearing is hugging his muscular chest and his gray basketball shorts are showcasing his defined legs.

  “I want you to suck my dick.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “It’s a privilege to suck my dick. Any girl in this school would be happy to.”

  “Kiss my ass.”

  I reach over, grasping the doorknob, but he pushes me back. I step back as he advances, slowly stalking me around the oval table. I turn around and run, but he pursues me. I make it to the door, unlock it then pull it open, but he’s too fast. He slams the door closed and locks it again. He roughly yanks my book bag from my left shoulder, tossing it to the floor. His chest is pressed hard against my back, causing my breasts to flatten against the door.

  “Get the fuck off me.”

  “You can leave right after you suck my dick and swallow,” he whispers in my ear.

  I place my hands against the door to try to gather enough momentum to push him back, but he doesn’t budge. He’s too fucking strong.

  “The little pig is trying to escape the big bad wolf.”

  “Fuck you,” I say, panting from the exertion of trying to dislodge him.

  “Don’t mind if I do.”

  He runs his left hand up the back of my thigh. I struggle harder against him.

  “You won’t get away with this. I’ll report you.”

  “I’ll deny it. I’ll say you wanted it. Who do you think will be believed? I’m the son of a respectable judge who has a good standing in this community.”

  Maverick grips my panties, ripping them from my body, causing a small scream to escape my lips. He brings my panties to his nose, inhaling my scent.

  “I’ll keep these for later.”

  He stuffs my panties in his pocket. His left hand continues the exploration of my body by opening my pussy lips and running his fingers through my slit.

  “Hairless, smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

  I whimper as I bite my bottom lip.

  “If you don’t want me, then why is your cunt so wet?”

  “Please Maverick, stop it.”

  “That’s not going to happen, not with your pussy dripping in my hands.”

  He removes his hand from my pussy to wrap an arm around my waist, lifting me up as if I weighed all of five pounds. I scratch his forearm and pull his hair, struggling to get free of his hold. He slams my upper body into the oval table, bending me over it. His hand is pressing into my back, preventing me from standing up. He lifts my skirt, exposing my naked ass.

  “No! Stop!” I yell.

  He must’ve taken his dick out of his shorts because I feel the silky skin of his hard dick rub against my ass. I’m not scared. I’m mad because part of me wants to know how this bastard feels inside me. He slaps my ass hard. The searing pain causes me to yelp.

  “That’s for slapping me at my pool party.”

  “I’ll suck your dick.”

  “You changed your mind, mutt?”

  “Yes,” I say through gritted teeth.”

  “You’re not stronger than me, so don’t do anything stupid.”

  He releases his hold on me. I pull my skirt down as I stand to my full height and turn to face him.

  He looks like his control is about to snap.

  “What are you waiting for? Get on your fucking knees and suck my dick.”

  I slowly descend as if I’m doing what he demanded of me. I ball my right hand into a fist behind my thigh. I caress his dick with my left hand to distract him. The size of his dick is very impressive. I bring my right arm forward, using all my strength to punch him in the dick. He lets out a loud grunt as he doubles over, clutching his dick.

  “Bitch,” he hisses.

  I use this opportunity to make my escape and run towards the door. I snatch up my book bag, unlock the door, and ra
ce to the stairwell to exit the building. I don’t stop running until I reach my car. My heart is racing as I zoom out of the school parking lot.

  When I arrive home, I’m too shaken to leave my car right away. I don’t want to make waves, causing trouble for my mom and Michael. I must be honest with myself regarding my attraction to him. My heart isn’t listening to my brain. Damn him, I wish he would just leave me the fuck alone. I have no idea why he targeted me.

  I turn my head when I hear a screeching sound. Maverick’s jeep barreling down the driveway towards my car. It’s a small town, so I should’ve known he would know where I lived. I stay in my car like a deer stuck in headlights then self-preservation takes over. I jump out of my car and run to the front door. I fumble in my purse, trying to find my keys, but it’s too late. Maverick grabs my arm and swings me around. I raise my hand to hit him in the face with my keys, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me.

  Just then, we hear a car coming down the driveway. It’s Michael.

  Thank God.

  Maverick looks fucking pissed, and I know all that anger is directed at me. His eyes are boring holes into my face. I start to tremble. His presence is so fucking domineering. He leans so close that our noses touch.

  “You better watch your back, because if I ever catch you alone again, it won’t end well for you,” he says, turning on his heel.

  Michael steps out of his car. “Hey Maverick, I thought that was you. Are you ready for the big game in a few weeks?”

  “I sure am, Mr. Thompson.”

  “Go Wildcats! I’m sure you’ll have a great game.”

  “Thanks,” says Maverick as he enters his car and pulls away.

  “It’s great to see that Maverick and you are friends. Both he and his father are respected in this town.”

  If only you knew.

  I’m fucking restless. I can’t get the feel of Cocoa’s baby soft pussy out of my mind. She’s definitely no virgin. A girl who hasn’t had sex isn’t getting a Brazilian wax. She was so fucking wet, and the way her ass jiggled when I smacked her made me almost come in my shorts.

  Fuck.

  I saw Lucy leave school when I was heading to practice. I was walking to my car after practice when I saw Kate leaving. I noticed Cocoa’s car was still in the parking lot. I dropped my gym bag off at my jeep, and then rushed inside the school building, taking two steps at a time to the second floor when I ran into Cody. He told me he had an interview scheduled with Kate. I told him I saw her leave, so he left.

  Cocoa was alone, just like I knew she would be. She put up a hell of a fight and had my dick rock hard. I’m so fucking horny. I take out my cell phone and call Victoria. She answers on the first ring like I knew she would.

  “Hello.”

  “I’m going to be in front of your house in ten minutes, be outside. I need my dick sucked.”

  “Okay.”

  Victoria never puts up a fight. She does what I want, when I want, which works great when I’m horny as fuck.

  “How was your first week of school, darling?” asks Mary.

  Just amazing, I think to myself sarcastically.

  “It was great, I met some nice classmates. I’m the editor and writer for the school paper, too.”

  “I’m happy to hear that. I knew it would be easy for you.”

  Mary and I are standing at the register. My shift will be over in an hour. We’ve had a consistent flow of customers since opening at 11:00 a.m., so it’s been a bit busy, but I like busy. It helps the day go by more quickly.

  “Well sweetie, I have some paperwork to do, so I’ll be in my office,” says Mary, walking to her office.

  “Okay, Mary.”

  Mary is a sweet mother hen. She reminds me of my grandmother.

  Just then, Harry walks by, giving me a wide berth. He barely speaks to me, except for a greeting in passing, and he keeps his distance as if he’s afraid to come near me. It’s the strangest thing. His demeanor is completely different from my first day of work.

  I look up when I hear the door open.

  Oh no.

  King Asshole, Dee, and Nix, along with Queen Bitch and her two minions walk in.

  I don’t want to deal with this shit today. I had enough of them during the school week. I’m at work, so I can’t let them get to me. I must remain professional.

  Count to ten, then put your game face on.

  I hope my inner pep talk helps me to remain calm, cool, and collected.

  “Good afternoon, what would you like to order?”

  “Oh my God. You work here?” asks Victoria, laughing with glee.

  “I would die if I had to work on a Saturday,” says Lori.

  “Damn, mutt, it must suck being born into a low-income family,” adds Rebecca.

  I take deep, calming breaths. The best thing to do is not react, because that’s what they want. They want to get under my skin and watch me squirm, but I won’t give them the satisfaction. A few more customers enter.

  Maverick doesn’t say a word. He just watches me, and I just stare right back. Victoria notices our staring competition. She loops her arm through his, but he snatches his arm from her grasp.

  Victoria stomps over to a booth in the back corner, red-faced.

  “If you’re not ready to order, can you step to the side, please?” I ask impatiently.

  “You better learn to control your attitude, ghetto trash,” Nix says, causing the two minions to laugh.

  “Maybe I should speak to your supervisor about your lack of customer service skills,” adds Dee.

  “I’m sorry. Are you ready to order?” I ask with false calm.

  I take their orders then ask Chuck to cover for me while I go to the bathroom to gather my composure. I hear someone enter the bathroom as I close the stall door. When I’m done, I flush the toilet before opening the stall door… oh fuck.

  Maverick.

  He pushes me back, causing me to fall against the toilet. He steps into the stall then locks it.

  “You’re crazy as fuck to pull that shit in a public place,” I say, righting myself

  “I rule this fucking town. I’m untouchable,” replies Maverick.

  He roughly squeezes my breast with his left hand, while trying to push his right inside my tight black shorts. I grab two fists full of his hair and yank hard. Maverick grasps my hands in an attempt to pry my fingers from his hair, but I won’t release my hold. We’re so close together our mouths are practically touching.

  He kisses me. I turn my head to break the contact, but his lips follow. He releases his hold from my hands to lift me from the floor and guide my legs around his waist. He twists his hands in my hair to roughly turn my face forward again to gain easier access to my lips. He grinds his hips between my legs as he groans against my lips. His violent kisses lack warmth. I start to return his kisses with just as much anger. We fight over control of the kiss. Gradually, we release each other’s hair to frantically clutch each other, our anger turning into passion.

  When the bathroom door opens, we break the kiss. We stare at each other, breathless.

  “Did you see the way Mav was looking at Cocoa?” asks Lori.

  “Yes, that’s not the first time I’ve seen him staring at her like he’s obsessed,” replies Rebecca.

  Maverick and I remain quiet while they use the bathroom. As the bitches leave the stall to wash their hands at the faucet, they remain their conversation.

  “Victoria noticed too, and she’s not happy,” says Rebecca.

  “Mav just wants to see how it is to fuck a black bitch. He doesn’t really want that gutter rat,” adds Lori.

  “That bitch better watch her back, because Victoria is gunning for her.”

  They leave the bathroom. The features on Maverick’s face change from lust to anger, and then to confusion. He looks scared as hell.

  He steps from between my legs with no warning, causing me to crash to the floor. He leaves the stall without looking back.

  I walk to the door as fast
as my feet will carry me.

  Fuck.

  “Mav, where are you going?” calls Dee.

  I don’t acknowledge him as I leave the building, heading over to my jeep. I jump inside, but as I’m closing the door, a hand stops my progress.

  “What the fuck, Mav?” demands Nix.

  Dee is standing just behind him.

  “Let go of my fucking door. I’m out of here. I need to release some steam.”

  “What’s going on with you? Talk to me,” says Dee.

  “Don’t try to fucking psychoanalyze me, Dee. I don’t have a fucking soul. I can’t be saved. Let go of the fucking door, Nix.”

  When he lets go, I slam the door shut, not wasting any time getting the fuck out of there.

  I fucking kissed her.

  Why the fuck did I do that? I’ve never kissed a girl in all these years. That kiss made me feel shit I don’t want to acknowledge. I need to release the storm in my fucking body. I’m going to go home and work out in the gym until I’m fucking exhausted.

  When I enter the house, I hear my father yelling like a madman.

  “You stupid bitch! I should kill you!”

  “No, please sir, I’m sorry. I’ll be sure to clean everything exactly how you want it,” Maria cries in a heavy Mexican accent.

  “Maybe I should call immigration since we both know you’re not legally able to work in the United States. Do you want to go back to Mexico, Maria?”

  “No. Please, I’ll do better.”

  John most likely made up some offense against Maria because he’s a sick bastard. He barely pays her at all.

  “Go to the room, Maria.”

  “Plea…” That’s a loud slap, then a bang as Maria hits the floor.

  “Get the fuck up and go to the fucking room, Maria.”

  I head to my room, making sure to avoid bumping into John and Maria.

  After I change my clothes I head to the state-of-the-art gym in the house. I do sit-ups, pull-ups, push-ups, crunches, lift weights, and run ten miles on the treadmill, but I still feel restless as fuck. I walk over to my cell phone to give Dee a call.

  I can’t believe I don’t have anything to do on a Saturday night. This can’t be my life. I’m fun and outgoing. I usually never stay home on the weekends. I’m still kicking myself for kissing Maverick back. I could’ve fought him harder, but didn’t because I secretly liked the kiss. I’m lying on my bed with my cell phone on speaker, listening to “Needed Me” by Rihanna.