Vindictive: A High School Bully Romance

by Mae Doyle

  Swallowing hard, I pull back away from her. “No. No. I was just looking at the team. They’re good, aren’t they?”

  She grins and lets me go. I swear, I can still feel her fingers pressed into my hip. “They’re good, but so are you. I guess that you don’t totally suck, although you are kinda crap at remembering some of the dance moves.”

  “I thought that I was going to get tossed into the air not expected to dance. I’m no Beyoncé,” I tell her, trying to lighten her mood with a smile.

  She waves me off and doesn’t smile. “No shit. Listen, meet me under the bleachers after they’ve cleared out. Our squad always goes down there after a game to hang out and celebrate. You in?”

  Dread fills my stomach. There’s a huge crowd roaring around us but it feels like it’s just the two of us talking. I raise my wrist to check my watch before remembering that I don’t have one on. “I have to get home at a decent hour.” It’s a lie and I hope that she won’t see through it.

  She smirks. “Your mom and I talked. You’re spending the night at my house, Elle, so meet me under the bleachers. You got it? Oh, and don’t change. Sometimes we all go out and get something to eat. You understand?”

  Oh, I understand. I understand that I don’t have any say in the matter. “In our uniforms?”

  She rolls her eyes at me. “Obviously, Elle. Remember – under the bleachers. Don’t fuck this up.”

  Nodding, I watch as she walks away and is immediately swept into the crowd of students celebrating. Everyone’s thrilled that we won, but people are still doing their best to avoid me.

  Clay sure as shit doesn’t want anything to do with me, but he’s not going to let anyone else get close to me, either.

  It sucks.

  I was okay with being alone and by myself when that was the only option, but now that I’ve felt a sense of belonging with the cheerleaders, even though it was fake, I don’t want to give that up.

  I stand for a few minutes on the track by myself, watching students hug and talk. Even though most people look happy, there are a few members of the football team who keep looking at me. I recognize them as the guys who always hang out around Clay.

  They don’t make a move to me, but something about the way they’re watching me gives me chills. Even though I do my best to ignore them, I know that they have eyes on me.

  Fucking Clay won’t let me enjoy myself without having babysitters.

  When the crowd thins out, I grab my bag and walk through the gate off of the field. There are a few couples still making out in the stands, but I ignore them and duck my head to walk under the stairs. It’s dark under here and smells a bit like piss and spilled beer. A bag of chips crunches under my feet and I dodge something on the ground that looks suspiciously like vomit.

  Because I’m not sure how far under the bleachers to go, I keep working my way farther away from the entrance. It’s getting darker as I go, and I lift one hand over my eyes, trying to reduce the glare from the metal bleachers.

  As hard as I look, though, I know that I’m not going crazy. I’m alone.

  There’s no squad. Shivering, I lean up against one of the metal supports to wait. My legs are exhausted and I’d love to sit, but there’s no way I’m sitting down when I don’t know what’s on the ground.

  Bethany’s just such a bitch. As much as I want to trust her, I’m worried that she’s pulling something over my head.

  I don’t have to be here. I came and cheered, and that’s all I owe her. In fact, waiting up on the bleachers for the rest of the squad seems like a much better idea than waiting underneath them by myself.

  Before I get the nerve to leave, though, I hear someone walking up behind me. Thinking it’s the rest of the squad, I turn around, a smile plastered on my face.

  A smile that quickly falls off.

  It’s not Bethany. It’s not the squad.

  It’s the one person at the school who seems to completely hate me. He’s alone and stalking directly towards me.

  Clay

  I saw Bethany talking to Elle and then, when the crowd thinned out, I saw Elle duck under the bleachers by herself. Now I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked over her shoulder like she was afraid that someone was following her.

  I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to meet her under the bleachers. I hate owing my sister anything, but it seems like she came through on her little promise.

  Bethany told me this morning that she had a present for me after the game, but I never thought that it would be Elle fucking Suttles gift-wrapped and left all alone for me under the bleachers.

  Just the thought of her standing under there, waiting for me in the cold and in her tiny outfit makes my dick hard. I hate that she has this effect on me. I hate even more that I’m moving towards her right now, trapping her under the bleachers so that she can’t just escape from me.

  I’ve done everything I could to keep away from her all week, but it’s been fucking hard and I don’t want to stay away anymore. I want to destroy her so that I don’t have to look at her and be reminded of Tiffany any longer.

  That’s why I follow her under the bleachers. That’s why, when I see that she’s by herself, I walk up behind her without saying a word.

  There’s nothing stopping me now from breaking her. She has no idea who I am, how absolutely fucked up I am, and what I can do to her. I’m too far gone for redemption. Any part of me that may have been worth saving when I was younger died with Tiffany.

  Elle hears me coming towards her and turns around. “Clay.” She breathes out my name like a prayer and I walk up to her, closing the gap between us. Nobody can see us under here. Anyone who is around and might pay attention is too busy sucking face to hear what’s going to happen.

  The way she says my name gives me pause at first, but not for long. It sounds worshipful, and I immediately think about what she would look like on her knees. A good girl like Elle probably hasn’t ever been on her knees for a guy before, but I’m willing to take one for the team and be the first. Her sweet little mouth is perfect and I want her lips wrapped around my cock. She’s delicious, innocent, and mine.

  “What are you doing under here, Elle?” I know that my voice is full of gravel. She probably thinks that I want her, but she has no idea what I really want.

  I want to fuck her up. She looks like Tiffany and I want to ruin her for that. Nobody should be allowed to walk this earth and look so much like the girl I loved.

  She smiles and shivers. “Bethany said that the squad was going to meet under here after the game and then go out together. They’ll be here any second now.” Glancing over my shoulder, she does a good show of looking for her friends, but I know what’s going on, even if she doesn’t.

  Stupid girl. I grin at her. She has absolutely no idea that Bethany left her here for me. She’s not going to meet her squad. She’s my gift. She’s a promise from my sister that nothing will come between the two of us.

  I’ve done some things in the past for my sister that could get me in trouble. Sometimes she likes to thank me, but she’s never given me a gift like this before.

  A perfect, untouched, unspoiled gift. I just know that stupid little Elle is a virgin. The thought of being the first one to pop her cherry makes me grin. She’s probably unspoiled on purpose because she’s been waiting for the right guy.

  I’m the wrong guy. I’m the guy who plans on ripping her wide open before I destroy her, but she has no way of knowing that. Sweet little Elle doesn’t know enough to be afraid of me, but I’ll show her soon enough. She doesn’t know that I’m going to be the one she looks over her shoulder for when she’s walking down a dark alley.

  Elle may not believe in monsters yet, but she’s going to.

  “Is that so? Because I hate to break it to you, Elle, but I think she lied to you.” There’s a wisp of hair that’s fallen from her ponytail and I brush it away from her face. It takes all of my self-control not to grab her chin and force her to hold still while I k
iss her.

  “Nope. You’re wrong. She’s coming for me any moment now, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go meet her.” Elle tries to push past me, but I hold my arm out, stopping her and keeping her in place. She’s absolutely tiny compared to me, and it’s crazy for her to think that she could just move away from me without my permission.

  “Why the rush? Listen, Elle.” We grow quiet. There’s nothing but a few crickets chirping. “Nobody is coming for you. Nobody misses you. Now, I have to tell you something that I’ve been thinking about all week.”

  “What?” Good for her. She looks scared shitless but she’s doing her best to hide it.

  “I just want to know how perky these juicy tits are under your cheerleader outfit.” I slide my hand down her arm and gently brush against her nipple. It’s hard because it’s freezing out here, but I know that part of it is because she’s turned on.

  Why wouldn’t she be? I’m Clayton fucking Bryson. I own this school. This bitch should be thanking her lucky stars that I’m even giving her a second look.

  “Don’t touch me.” She sounds brave but her bottom lip trembles. Good. I want to see this bitch on her knees, begging me to leave her alone. Not that I will, I’m too broken for that. But I want to see it.

  “Or what, Elle? You’ll hurt me?” She lifts her hand to push me away but I grab her wrist, squeezing it hard enough that I can feel the bones rub together. She lets out a soft little whimper that makes me smile, but she doesn’t try to pull away. “You’re nothing here, Elle.” She’s so fragile that I could easily break her wrist. Giving her bones another bit of a squeeze, I smile at her.

  She struggles against me, trying to pull her wrist from my grasp, but I simply squeeze it harder, enjoying the panic that lights up in her eyes.

  “Let me go, Clay. Or I’ll scream.” Part of me admires the way that she’s trying to stand up to me, but the other part of me wants to take it out on her. Why does this girl think that she can stop me from getting what I want? Nobody in my entire life has been able to, and I’m not afraid of Tiffany’s ghost.

  “Yeah, I’ll have you screaming, alright,” I tell her. Dropping her wrist, I take a step back to look at her. She thinks that she’s won, and I see the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile even as she rubs her sore wrist.

  “Get out of my way.” Elle tilts her chin up as she tells me what to do, a fire flashing in her eyes. A fire I’m going to have to put out. Unbelievable that this bitch thinks that she’s still in control.

  Oh, fuck no. Nobody in this school tells me what to do.

  “Don’t pretend like you don’t want this, Elle,” I tell her, grabbing her by the hip. She steps back just a bit, enough to almost pull away, but doesn’t fight me. Her eyes are so wide that she looks like an animal caught in headlights, and her mouth is slightly parted.

  “I hate you,” she says. The words are little puff of air from her mouth, there’s no fire behind them, no real anger. “I could never want you.”

  I grin at her. “Bullshit, Elle. It’s written all over your face. I bet that you’re positively dripping wet for me, aren’t you?” Looping my thumb down into the top of her skirt, I give her a little tug so that she steps closer to me again. “I don’t hear you arguing, darling.”

  She opens her mouth like she’s going to fight me, but then closes it again and just shakes her head. No matter what she says with her mouth, her body is screaming something different.

  Her eyes are locked on mine, her chest rising and falling with sharp little breaths. She wants this, just as badly as I do. The only difference between the two of us is that I’m not afraid to take what I want.

  Elle just wants it to fall in her lap, but I know better. I know that you have to work hard for the things that you want out of life and that you can’t be afraid to take what you want, no matter who you have to step on to get it. I want Elle, and there’s no way that I’m going to pass on her right now.

  “No argument?” I ask.

  She doesn’t move. Her head shakes just a little, not even enough for her to be denying something, but the movement is there, and it catches my attention.

  “You know, Elle, you do a good job filling out this cheerleading outfit.” I step back up to her and finger the hem of her skirt, roughly yanking it up a bit to see more thigh. “But I think that it’s too modest.”

  She gasps and I let go of her skirt and then grab her top at the collar with both hands. It’s made to move and twist with her body, but I pull it hard and it rips down the middle. The loud sound of the fabric tearing makes her gasp, and she reaches up, grabbing my arm like she’s going to be able to stop me. Just as I thought, she doesn’t have on a bra.

  Her tits are full and her nipples hard in the cool air. My mouth practically waters as I look at her. “Nice rack, sweetheart. You really should show it off more.”

  Elle opens her mouth like she’s going to scream, but I clamp my hand across it and shove her back against the pole while grabbing her tit with my other hand. It’s full and soft and I moan a little as I squeeze it.

  If I wasn’t hard before, I sure as hell am now.

  She thought that she won, but she had no idea who she was fucking with. “If you scream,” I tell her, looking her dead in the eyes, “I will kill you, do you understand?”

  When she nods, I drop my hand from her mouth but keep squeezing her tit. “You need to understand something, Elle. I don’t want you but I’ll be damned if anyone else in this school gets to have you. You’re mine to play with whenever I want and if you try to ruin my fun then I will kill you.”

  A moan escapes from her mouth as I roll her nipple between my fingers. It’s perfectly hard and pink, and the flush on her cheeks and neck make it obvious how much she wants this.

  How much she wants me.

  “Tell me that you love it, Elle,” I tell her, slipping my hand around her back to pull her closer to me.

  Her face pales but she tries to recover. “Fuck you.” She spits the words at me but doesn’t move. She’s frozen in place and I smile.

  She’s not scared. She loves this. There’s a fire burning in her eyes that I can’t stop looking at. No matter what she may claim, my little Elle wants everything I can give her. And more.

  “I like a girl with a little fight in her. Does my kitten have claws?” I pinch her nipple so hard that she cries out. “But next time that you say that to me, you better be prepared to make good on it, do you understand?”

  She doesn’t answer and I squeeze her nipple harder, rolling it between my finger and thumb. My cock is pressed up against the front of my uniform now, but I try to ignore it. “I asked you if you understood, you fucking bitch.”

  She gasps and tries to step back, but I hold her tight, snaking my arm back around her waist and pulling her to me. “What do you think, Elle?” I know that she can feel my cock, and I rub my hips up against her so that she can feel how hard I am.

  “That’s all for you, Elle. You ready for me to fuck your brains out?”

  She gasps and tries to move away, but I pin her against me, holding her tight across the back, dropping my hand down to lift her skirt and squeeze her ass.

  “What color panties do you have on? Are they white? To help you remember that you’re a virgin?” I’m whispering in her ear now, sweet nothings that make her squirm.

  “Stop.” Her voice sounds strangled.

  “I asked if you’re a virgin.” I trace the edge of her panties and slide one finger under them, cupping her ass again.

  She nods, her face pressed up against my shoulder. I can hear her breath coming in frantic little gasps as I trace her skin. She nips lightly at my skin, her teeth sharp pinpoints of pain on my shoulder. Instead of biting down hard enough to get me to stop, she’s egging me on.

  She wants this. She wants me.

  Fuck. Yes. I knew that she was. She’s mine for the taking, and she’s going to be so ripe and ready when I do fuck her.

  “You know that you’re mine, r
ight, Elle? You know that there’s nothing you can do to get away from me? You try to tell anyone about this and I swear I’ll kill you.” I wait for a moment, half hoping that she’ll respond.

  Half hoping that she won’t and I’ll get to make my point.

  Finally, she nods, but she won’t look at me. That’s fine. As long as sweet little Elle here knows who she belongs to then she doesn’t have to look at me.

  But I will fucking destroy her if she fights back. She’s mine now, and there’s nothing she can do to stop me.

  I don’t think that I could stop myself.

  Chapter 5

  Elle

  Clay finally steps back and drops his hand from me, grinning as he does. I want to reach up and massage my nipple, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. Pain shoots through my body from where he was touching me, but I can’t deny the fact that it also…felt good.

  I don’t want to admit it to him or to me, but I liked having his hands on me. It was the most alive that I’d felt since my mom had married Ted and I didn’t want him to stop, even though I knew that it wasn’t healthy.

  What the fuck is wrong with this guy? For that matter, what the fuck is wrong with me?

  My first thought is to run and tell someone what he’s done, but his words keep ringing in my ears. Would he really kill me? I’m too scared to find out. He’s a football god around here and even the adults practically worship at his feet. I’m nothing.

  Nobody would believe me.

  “If I remember correctly, you’re coming to spend the night at my house tonight, right?” He leers at me and rests his arm on the support behind me so he can lean close. Clay smells like sweat and dirt and, god help me, I feel myself starting to get aroused.

  This. Is. Not. The. Time.

  The air is freezing and my shirt is ripped open, completely exposing me to him. Slowly, not taking my eyes from his, I reach up and pull my shirt shut, trying my best to cover myself.