Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Let his arse hurt over calling my arse fat!
Ha, ha, fucking, ha!
The fact that today was my eighteenth birthday made it all the merrier. I didn't care if that made me a sadist, this was the best birthday present ever!
"Who put them there?" Dominic growled, his eyes flickering around the room.
I, like everyone else, shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm sure they were left there by accident-"
"There are ten pins; this is no accident," Dominic cut the miss off with a growl.
Damien leaned back in his chair and looked at his brother's arse. "I think you're bleeding a little, bro."
"Fuck," Dominic grunted and put his hands on his arse again.
When he removed them, there was indeed blood on his hands. Not loads, but more than pin pricks should have caused.
I guessed they pricked the prick pretty good.
I hated that I snorted at my thoughts because it got everyone's attention, and I mean everyone.
"You!" Dominic growled in my direction.
I raised my eyebrows in shock and raised my hands up. "Me? I didn't do anythin', I was about to sneeze, that's all."
Dominic glared at me. "I don't believe you, you're the first person in here every day. You had the perfect opportunity to put them on my seat."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't appreciate these false accusations, Mr. Slater."
When the students chuckled, Dominic face reddened with anger.
"I know you did this."
I shook my head. "Well, you're wrong."
"Open your bag," he snapped.
I felt my stomach lurch.
"What? Why?" I asked, trying not to sound panicked even though I could actually feel myself starting to break out in a sweat.
He was so not looking inside my bag.
"Why are you so nervous, slut?" Dominic questioned.
Slut? I was the most frigid person in this entire school, including the juniors! I was definitely not a fucking slut.
I glared at him. "'Cause you're blamin' me on somethin' I didn't do, faggot!"
Collective gasps sounded around the room at our nasty name calling.
"That's it, the pair of you get your bags and get out into the hall. Now!" Miss McKesson snapped.
I dropped my jaw. "But miss, he is the one-"
"You both used foul, disgustin' language and disrupted my class, get out into the hall and stay there until class is over, and I am ready to speak to you both!"
I was shocked.
Miss McKesson had never raised her voice to me or kicked me out of class; I've never been kicked out of any class.
Ever.
"Okay," I mumbled as I stood up, grabbed my bag, and did the walk of shame out of the classroom along with Dominic.
He tried to walk out first, but I shouldered him into a desk making some students laugh and him growl. When we got outside and the door to the classroom was closed he instantly backed me up against the wall next to the classroom door, placed his hands on either side of my head and leaned towards me. There was literally only a few inches of space between his face and mine.
"I know you did it," he growled as he leaned his head down to me, closing the gap between us even further.
I was intimidated by him, and I hated that. He was almost a good foot taller than me, broader than me, and had muscle on him. I weighed one forty something and stood at five foot three. I couldn't exactly scare him off with my body, but I probably could with my snarky replies and attitude, so I rolled my eyes then focused and looked directly into his.
"No, you want me to have done it so you can bully me some more!"
He narrowed his eyes to slits and growled, "I don't bully you."
I scoffed and humourlessly laughed. "Yeah, you do and you know it. You're pathetic, pickin' on a girl because it gives you kicks. You're a sad, sad little lad."
Dominic smirked. "There is nothin' little about me, sweetheart."
I shook my head, because clearly he wasn't talking about his height.
"I'm sure two inches is nothin' to brag about, sweetheart."
Obviously I had no idea the size of his penis but saying anything less than five inches had to be a hit to the ego since I read in a magazine that five inches was the average penis size for men.
"Two?" Dominic asked, his voice high like he couldn't breathe right. "Try adding six more onto that baby, and you'll get the size of my cock."
He actually measured his penis?
Wait, that would mean he was eight inches long?
Yeah, right.
"Don't all lads say somethin' like that to make themselves look good?" I teased.
Dominic was getting red in the face again so when he pressed his body against mine, I was convinced he was going to smother me or something. I was shocked, however, when he tried to grab my hand and place it down there on his body.
"Feel for yourself."
I gasped and pulled my hands from his.
"Get off me you pervert, I'm not touchin' you… down there or anywhere else!"
Dominic smirked. "Afraid you might like it?"
I scoffed. "I rather get off with Jason Bane than touch you, Fuckface."
I was shocked that I actually meant what I said, which clearly meant that I hated Dominic more than I did Jason.
Holy shite, I never thought that would happen!
Dominic didn't like what I had said because he growled down at me like a dog, a murderous looking dog.
"You'd be lucky to touch me, bitch. You're lucky I'm this close to you right now!"
What the fuck did he think he was? A Greek god or something?
"Yeah, 'cause I feel very lucky right now, little dick!"
I felt pressure on my head before I realised what was happening. When I eventually copped on that Dominic fisted my hair in his hands and pressed even closer to me, my mouth went dry.
I could feel his grip on my hair, but it didn't exactly hurt. I just felt a lot of pressure.
"Keep running that smart mouth of yours and I'll bend you over, smack that phat ass and fuck you with my big cock!"
Holy Mary, Mother of God!
"What… you… how dare you say somethin' like that to me! You're disgustin', get away from me before I scream!"