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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 3 (v.1) - Humiliation

Submitted: July 23, 2010

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Submitted: July 23, 2010



She sneered at the back of the head in front of her, ignoring Will. He kept trying to get her attention and she kept ignoring him. She could tell he was becoming frustrated. She figured he'd stop if he realized she was ignoring him. Instead he stood, which caught the teacher's attention immediately.

"Can I help you Mr. Harris?" he asked.

"Well, not exactly. I just need to explain something to the class. I would appreciate it if someone would record this." Six people whipped out their phones immediately then soon after half of the class was recording him. "I want the whole school to know that Brie Michaels is mine. She is my future wife and anyone who hurts her, touches her, or even speaks to her without my permission will regret it." He grabbed her wrist and yanked her up out of her chair. "This girl is mine."

She stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Her life was ruined at this highschool. She could never show her face again after today. Everyone began sending the video to all of their friends. Will let go of her wrist and she sat down in her chair in complete shock.

She sunk down in her chair and covered her face for the rest of the period. She couldn't believe him! How dare he do this? Who was he to tell her what she was going to do? This was the twenty-first century dammit! She wasn't a slave, she was a free woman and she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to.

The bell rang and she didn't make any notion that she was going to move. She was going to do something she had never done before. She was going to haul her butt out of this place and skip the rest of the day. The rest of the year. Maybe she could start college a few months early.

She was smart wasn't she? Her parents would approve, probably. Hell, she didn't mind missing prom. Who liked prom anyway? She didn't go last year, she wasn't really sure if she was going this year. She didn't feel like she'd miss much. Skipping was just her only option now.

She began to gather her books, thinking about the best way to leave without getting caught.

"Are we daydreaming?" Will asked.

She jumped in her seat. "Oh. Why are you still here?"

"I was just waiting for my future wife."

"Quit calling me that!" she hissed. "You have ruined my life!"

"You'll get over it." he replied casually.

She held her chin up. "I think that's for me to decide."

He held out his hand. "C'mon, let's go. We'll be late for class."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." she replied. "I can walk myself to class."

"Just come on. I won't bite."

"No." she replied.


"I said no. There is a teacher in this room. Are you going to make me?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fine. I'll meet you in our next class." he replied. He turned and left the room.

She counted slowly to ten before standing up. She gathered her books then with her jaw set marched into the hallway and straight toward the exit.

She walked outside and didn't dare look back. She knew if she did she'd go back inside. She went straight to her car and got in then turned the key.

It clicked. She tried it again, but again it clicked. "Why won't you start?" she hissed and reached for the handle to pop the trunk. She got out of her car and lifted the hood. She gasped when she saw pieces of her engine was missing.

"Looking for these?" a voice from behind her asked. She jumped around and saw Will holding up the missing pieces.

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