Bad Boy Isn’t My Type

Jennie Wilson POV

” Why did you butt in? ” He pressed me more to him now.

” Why…… principal needs to know everything what you egoistic bastards did.”

” Shut up! I am asking why did you butt in fighting, you know how dangerous it was! You dumb head”

His face disorted in fury, pain and desperation, next time he brought his hand to my neck and grabbed it firmly. He pulled me closer to him, only few inches separating our faces now.

” Are you f***ing kidding me? You got your stupid ass into something dangerous, which isn’t your business! What if it was a bullet, or a knife instead of wooden log huh? Do you know how f***ing dangerous it was!!?”

He was shaking so much, his voice breaking. My heart went wild, the tears rolling through my eyes. His hand loosened it’s hold on my neck.

” What were you thinking while taking the hit instead of him huh? Don’t try to play a role of savior here, you are not a f***ing savior here! Taking the hit for him was incredibly stupid do you know that? ”

His dark eyes didn’t leave mine, as the pressure tended to suffocate me. This was unbelievable. He was considering me the worst-dissecting everything I did and always interpreting it negatively. I pushed him and moved away from him.

” Hitting that student mercilessly was incredibly stupid! It’s sick and wrong of you to torture him just because of -what? Because of your own issues?”

” You see I am a better person, but you will never change” I continued. ” You will always remain a jerk without a heart. I am not a monster like you…”

Something flashed in his eyes, and he fisted his hands. I didn’t even notice when he moved, but the next moment he was in my face, his hand gripping mine. His green eyes bore into me, increasing my fear of him.

” Shut your damn mouth.” He gritted out. Something said to stop provoking him but anger silenced it all.

” No. I was silent for far too long, and it didn’t do me any good. This is not some revenge for I don’t know what. It’s pathetic attempt to deal with your anger by unleashing it on a wrong person. You can’t direct that anger to the right target, so you are using me-a perfect material for torture-to get rid of the anger and frustration.”

” Shut your bloody mouth or else you will regret it later!”

” Why? It’s the truth. Does the truth hurt you?”

His eyes turned into slits, staring me down. I tried to move, but Vincent pressed me again the wall and my fear hit an all time high, but I continued, because I had enough.

” You bloody rich people have no value for somebody’s life. You just play with our lives. I hate you! I did what a human being could do, I am not a bloody psychopath like you!”

” Don’t speak to me like that b*tch! ” He yelled into my face, the vibrations on my skin forcing me to shrink and closed my eyes.

” Look at me!!” He pushed me against the wall again, creating a new wave of pain, and I opened my eyes to meet his, which were spitting fire.

I could already feel the bruises forming on the different parts of my body. I tried to escape his grip, but it was pointless. My strength, or rather the lack of it, it couldn’t be compared to his sheer strength.

” You are a trash. You are no one. I will do as I please, and you don’t get to say a word about it! Got it b*tch!?”

I couldn’t stop myself from whining, feeling ashamed for showing him how horrible he actually made me feel.

Tears overwhelmed me, and crying made it difficult for me to breathe. I always considered myself weak, coward running away from problems without solving them.

He just watched me crying, and I hated to show my weaknesses to him, but I couldn’t stop crying, due to his numerous insults, he was hurting me within. His hands actually loosened their grip on me, and I stepped away from him.

Taking me by surprise, his gaze went towards my head and he outstretched his hand and touched my head where I got bandage with his thumb, gently caressing it.

I winced, watching him like a prey watching it’s predator, expecting worst from him, and I stared back at him, astounded. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t.

” What are you doing?” I whispered, not even blinking as I read the raw emotions in his eyes-insecurity and bewilderment.

I tried to think properly-to read every sign so I would know where the attack would come from. This was a game for him, and he must be acting now. I knew I needed to get away from him, so why did I still stand in place?

Get away Jennie!!

Move before his next attack comes out!

I moved away from him, before he could come any closer, hoping to get away from him. Unfortunately my escape was short-lived, because he easily caught me, turning me around to face him.

” Where do you think you are going?”

” Let me go!!”

” I don’t think so. Did you actually consider running away from me?”

” And what so if I did? That’s none of your goddamm business.” I writhed against him, trying to set myself free, but his grip was as solid as ever.

” You really are incapable of getting some things into that stupid head of yours. Everything about you is my concern. You don’t get to make any move without me knowing it.”

” Who are you to boss me around? What am I to you anyway? Just leave me alone Vincent I want to live in peace.”

” I won’t leave you alone, you won’t get away easily with me just like that. I own you now, you can’t escape from me now.”

Own me?

I felt my blood rushing frantically in my ears. His unexpected words took me off balance. I tried to ignore the fluttery sensation in my belly caused by his words.

” You don’t own me!”

” Yes I do now, you are my f***ing business now. You think you can mess up with me and get away with it? You can’t run away from me like that after all the stunt you pulled out there.” He held me, and it hurt.

” Vincent let go off me. Why can’t you just let me walk away? Why do you have to harass me every time you see me?”

” Why do you always have to make such dumb questions? I am messing with you because I can’t stand you. You will never be free from me.” He hissed back at me.

” My patience with you can only go so far, so you better watch your mouth.”

I clasped my hands over his and tried to pry them off my shoulders, but he only increased pressure. He lowered his face until mere inch separated our faces.

” Stop trying, you know very well that you can never escape me.” He whispered into my ears.

I jerked when his lips came in contact with my earlobe. I tried to step backward, but he placed his other arms around my back, keeping me in place-keeping me too close to him…… Too close. We kept staring at each other which seemed very long.

” So… you won’t mind giving your life to save others huh? You won’t leave them in between? You would never leave them to die alone?”

” Without any doubt. That’s why I am called a human, and I can judge what is wrong or correct. I don’t regret a single thing what I did that time, and I am ashamed of nothing.”

I willed myself to look at his burning stare. He was too close to me, that if I moved a little I would be brushing his lips with mine, and I didn’t want that to happen, I fisted my hands on his chest to maintain some distance.

His eyes…… Oh God!Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes were like nothing I had seen before-they were burning, devouring me, and reaching the farthest corner of my soul. There was no hate.

Suddenly he rested his forehead on my forehead, and sighed. He was shaking my world. The confusing Vincent came back again, like he was in that empty classroom.

Right now there wasn’t even a trace of that powerful and confident Vincent in him, and I wondered if everything he had shown to me before was fake-façade.

He looked at my head and his eyes became teary and just like that- everything broke in me. He was shaking so much. He suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep sigh and stepped back away from me.

” Stop lying!” He was shaking so much now.

” I am not!”

” Yes you are. Nobody cares about anyone, they just don’t care, if the person is dying or not. They just don’t care!!”

He yelled at me and a single tear slid down his cheek, shattering my heart and slicing me from deep within.

” I was dying there, all alone by myself. I was so much in pain, do you know it hurts, it hurts when they called me, accused me being psychopath, mental illness, depressed guy and what all.”

” I wasn’t the one, they made me one, everybody tortured me and that made me mad! Nobody care about anyone, so stop faking it.”