I get it, their game is simple. They want to intimidate me, show me who’s boss around here, but their lame tactics aren’t going to work, not here and certainly not on me.
Both of their eyes slowly drop down my body and usually, I’d have a guy’s balls for leering at me like I’m some kind of meal, yet this time it’s different. The way the guy on the right studies me is filled with desire, it’s the look I’ve gotten from so many before, but the guy on the left…he looks at me like the trash so many have called me before. His eyes trail over my body with disgust and the way his lips pull into a sneer have me feeling something I’ve only ever felt once before. The way he looks at me…he makes me feel ugly.
I’m not ashamed of my body, I never have been. I used to be a stick growing up but over the past few years, I’ve turned into a woman and I do my best to look after my body. Every asset is curvy and full. My ass and tits rival those of a Kardashian, my stomach is flat, and my hair long, thick, and caramel blonde.
I keep my lips painted a deep red, my bright hazel eyes thickly lined, my makeup is always on point, and the clothes I wear are worn in a way that accentuates my body. The preppy girls at my old school would call me trashy, but I know it comes from the green monster of jealousy perched on their backs. They were sticks just like me once and while I grew into a curvy woman with a nice ass and tits, they’re still sticks, just a little taller. Their stringy platinum blonde was no match for my thick, luscious locks that hang in loose curls.
I watch as the guy on the right licks his lips as though I’m some sort of buffet open only for his pleasure while the other guy hardens his gaze and unintentionally answers one of my many questions. He’s the king here. The alpha boss who’s here to put me in my place and make sure I follow the status quo. He wants me to fall in line and become one of his many sheep and I instantly hate him.
Fuck him. I’ve already suffered enough at the hands of a man and I’d rather burn in hell then let it happen again. I will never succumb to a man again. I’m better, stronger, and wiser than I’ve ever been before.
I focus on him, wishing I knew his name, while the other continues raking his eyes up and down my body. Crossing my arms over my chest, I try to ignore the fact that the move pushes my tits up and puts them further on display. “Are you lost?” I question, leaning into the cool metal of my locker, letting them know that their presence doesn’t intimidate me in the least.
Alpha dude studies me for a short moment and the silence between us seems to grow louder. “You don’t belong here,” he states in a cold, deep tone that sends shivers over my body.
I stand a little taller and raise my chin. The guy looms over me with his impressive height but I’m not going to curl in on myself and appear smaller. I want to be larger than life and by the end of this, I want him looking up at me.
“No shit,” I tell him with a scoff, recalling that nearly every girl I walked past on my short walk down the corridor was either platinum blonde or had perfectly dyed hair either red or brunette. Not one of them look like me, but that’s the way I like it.
His friend’s eyes finally snap up from my body and take in my face before glancing up at his friend. A look passes between them as if having some kind of silent conversation, my blood runs cold.
Alpha dude slowly leans into me with his intense gaze locked on mine while his friend chuckles to himself. I distantly notice the eyes of everyone on us, yet I can’t seem to break the hold he has on me to tell them all to mind their own fucking business.
He gets closer and I stand like a statue as I feel his breath grazing my skin. He pauses right before me and I refrain from breathing as taking a deep breath would push my chest up against his.
His lips pull into a sneer and I see the threat coming. “Leave before it’s too late.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up my throat and enjoy watching as he pulls back and stares at me. His friend though, he zips his lips faster than a bullet leaving its chamber and it tells me exactly what I want to know – nobody gets away with laughing at their king and I just committed the ultimate crime, one I’m going to enjoy paying my penance for.