Bad Boy Isn’t My Type

Jennie POV

I saw Vincent and Blake blocking the line. Not this again. My whole body paralyzed as Vincent and Blake strode towards me, and I wished for nothing more than to run away.

Instead I was glued to my spot-like a person whose foot was caught in the railway tracks, looking at an approaching train seconds before their death and waited for my doom.

” Look what we have here! Mouse in the trap! ” Blake mocked me. They were gathering everybody’s attention.

He planned to do something to me in front of everyone, and I could guess what kind of were on his mind. He wanted to make a scene that would be talked about during the whole semester.

In that moment I felt sick and tired of all that. I wanted to spend my time peacefully and away from Vincent and Blake, and any horrible memes that could come out of their ultimate humiliation.

” Vincent please don’t start this now…… I just want to go to my class, I’ll be out of your way ”

” Nope! ” He lowered his head until mere inches separated our faces ” I won’t let you have peace, baby girl ”

” You wanna know a secret, it was us the whole time, separating you from your f***ing best friends, changing your section…… you know we missed you a LOT…… so your classes will go on in our floor…… you cannot escape from me baby girl.”

What! No way!!! How!? ……

” How…… how did you……” I shuttered in fear.

” How!? You should know we rule the Hunsberg University…… You see our parents are mega rich, and we donate a very large amount of money…… you f***ing b*tch have never imagined.”

” Everything’s goes according to our wishes you see…… they love their money than their f***ing students…” Blake spat the words like fire at me.

” So we changed your M section to B section…… and to our department, separating your minions from you… easy peasy…” Vicent said in a mocking voice.

” Please…… leave me alone…… I promise I won’t mess with you people again… please leave me…” I shuttered in fear and stepped backward but he followed immediately.

He didn’t break our distance, and I felt intimated. The students around us started paying attention towards us, I wanted to disappear into thin air.

How many times had I wished to fight back-to do something to finally make them stop torturing me?

” What happened ? Cat got your tongue… Now you aren’t so brave like you were the last time, are you?” He hovered over me, his mean eyes boring into mine.

” Why don’t you slap me again…… hmm?”

He pulled me by my wrist and only mere inches separated our faces. His nearness was too much.

” Please I beg you Vincent…… please don’t make this difficult for me.” I whispered to him. I despised imploring to him, but what else I could do?

He leaned his face and brought his lips to my ears. I involuntarily shivered when they made a contact with my sensitive skin.

” Actually, I plan to make this extremely burdensome for you. I’ll hurt you and trust me it will be very excruciating for you and I’m going to enjoy every second of it as you squirm in pain. ”

My whole body shivered by his husky voice. I guessed that hoping for a bomb to fall in that moment and erase the industrial engineering department…… was truly far-fetched. I pushed him, and he stumbled a little.

I found my voice ” I’ll be late to the class…… please Vincent”

” I’ll be late for the class……” Blake said in a mocking voice and sniggered. Students around us erupted into laughter. Some of them already prepared phone to take pictures.

” Boo-hoo ! ” There were more chuckles.

” Nerdy girl is afraid she’ll be late for the class! ” Blake laughed at me and winked.

” We don’t want you to be late for your class, Jennie baby! ” He stepped aside, letting me to leave at last. I moved, surprised and relieved that he was letting me go just like that.

With a renewed optimism, I stepped forward from them and I ended falling flat on my face. A crunching sound filled the air, and a second later an excruciating pain spread from my nose.

To my horror, people began laughing around me. I needed several moments to understand what the hell was going on.

I felt like someone has tripped me with their leg, but it happened so fast that I couldn’t be sure…… As I pushed myself to knees, I sensed something wet on my lips.

My eyes flickered to dark red blood on the floor, and I realized it was mine, coming right from my nose.

Oh God. I am bleeding!

Someone’s leg entered my field of vision, and I raised my head to meet this person’s eyes. Vincent’s face was cold and he stared me down. There was no emotions in his eyes. Nothing.

” You are so stupid. You should pay attention to your surroundings when you are walking.”

There was so much blood on me now, and the pain didn’t go away. It hurts terribly.

My legs felt numb, I managed to stand up. ” You tripped me!?”

” As I said, you didn’t pay enough attention. It’s your fault for being such an imbecile. ”

His words drew a new wave of laughter around the floor, which sliced deep through me. They found this amusing. Nobody even cared I was hurt or not.

They just stared and laughed at me, and I couldn’t prevent the tears from flowing out, well aware that I was making an even bigger fool of myself. They wanted my tears—they fed on them. And I kept letting them have them.

Once again, I was humiliated. Once again, I was the one who got hurt, and nobody, absolutely nobody cared. I just stood frozen in fear, like a dear on a road in front of an incoming vehicle, and I had no clue what to do.

This was the 1st sem of my college life, and I was already bullied. I was already a victim. I hated this. I looked at Vincent, so hurt because it was him who did this. My heart ached as I stared at him through my tears.

Why? Why did you do this to me?

” Wipe off those f***ing tears weakling. Seeing you crying makes me feel so disgusted ” Vincent said in a monotone voice.

” Also with all that blood and tears on your face you look really creepy ” He started walking away from me. I was still unable to move.

” By the way…” he added. ” You might want to go to the nurse. I think your nose is broken ”

One of the perks of being popular and respected by everyone was that they never got the insulting meme made about them. Nobody said a word about Vincent getting slapped on his face. There were no jokes on his account.

It would be a hilarious story of how Vincent and Blake humiliated that b*tch, Jennie Wilson, again , which would be turned into a meme that was going to be shared thousands of times across all networks. I knew this for sure because it had already happened once before.

It’s been a 3 weeks since the incident happened. There was no sign of Hayden.

I didn’t know which hospital he was admitted in, and his friends refused to give the information about him and said not to interfere in his life ever again. I was feeling guilty because of me Hayden got hospitalized.

These three weeks were a living nightmare for me. They hated me so much, bullying me at each corner, and there was a period when I was so sick that I couldn’t go to college.

As I enter my classroom, my eyes fell into Susan. Susan was the queen bee of rookies batch, and irony of it was that Susan was one of the hook ups of Blake. Yes Blake! She was even meaner than Blake.

She was the typical queen bee-blonde, cheerleader type. She always made fun of me and bullied me. She bullied me in class and in campus her boyfriend and Vincent.

I scanned the room for another unoccupied seat. I continued to the desk in the third row, which was next to the window, but the person who was sitting next to that empty seat prevented me from sitting. There was a wave of laughter.

” Look at her……”

” She dared to mess up with our senior…… where are her standards……!!”

I could hear everyone’s whisper. Were they going to prevent me from sitting in this classroom?

What was the catch now? I have to stand during the lesson? There was no way Ms. Jonson would allow that.

There was only one place left so I reluctantly went there. The desk was next to Susan’s bestie, and I could feel her watching me like the lion watched it’s prey.

” Look at her…” Susan said loudly. ” Look at those horrible clothes. She look like she lives in sewer. ”

I arrived at desk, trying to ignore the continuous laughter.

Just few more minutes…… class will start…

I placed my things on the desk and was about to sit on the bench somebody splashed the ink on the it.

What the hell!!???????

I jerked back and looked at the person in shock and all they did was laugh at me. I clenched my fist in anger but I was way too coward to fight back.

There was only one seat left which was not ruined and I had no choice but to walk towards it.

The person sitting beside it suddenly placed her foot on it like she owned the bench.

” Excuse me…… please move your foot back, I need to sit, the classes will start in any minute.” I said holding my bag tightly, growing queasy under everybody scrutiny and mocking glares.

” No…… I don’t want a trash to sit near me and stink the whole place. You f***ing villager……” She said in mocking tone and everyone burst out laughing.

” Excuse me you are talking rudely now. I didn’t do anything to you or any of you…… then why are you treating me like this? Don’t we have right to study too???” I fired back as I had reached my limit. How much more I had to endure all this?

” That’s right…… you f***ing villagers are not allowed to read here. Messing with our senior, who the f*** do you think you are b*tch???”

Seniors???

They did this. They wan to hurt me and humiliate me, why? Is it because I messed up with their senior…… Vincent and Blake.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

It was like I was not a human being. It was as if I didn’t deserve to live. Suddenly breathing became difficult.

My chest was constricting in pain. Everything was a blur and and buzz filled my ears.

Someone pushed me and I stumbled and I looked it was Susan. The smirk creeping on her face looking at me as if I was of no worth at all.

” You think you’re some diva ha??? A ugly b*tch like you dare to mess with our senior?” She pushed me and I stumbled walking towards the door.

I revolted trying to sit on the bench but they splashed the water from their bottle all over me and I gasped in horror.

What the hell!!!!!!!????

” Owww she looks so wet……” She mocked me and I whimpered feeling way to weak in front of everyone.

” You want to sit???? Sit……” They splashed more water on me and I blocked my face as the water hit my body.

I had to endure my classmates laughing at me, taking pictures of me. I was on the verge of leaving and skipping the class, but then Ms. Johnson, our lecturer came up.

” What’s going on???? Who did this her????” Ms. Johnson shouted out and everyone just sat silently.

” Is this some joke here???? Instead of welcoming her, what you people are doing????? If I see this continue I’ll detain each and everyone of you!!!!” She shouted and everyone just glared at me with hate.

” Miss. Wilson, please change yourself and attend classes. I will look through it.”

” Yes mam……”

Miss Johnson was a kind teacher, she took actions for their deeds and warned each and everyone in there.

Day by day everyone stopped harassing me in the class but I was all alone in my class, nobody sat with me, the whole bench was empty but me.

They treated me like some disease and it was very upsetting, but I shouldn’t care anyway.

I was more than happy to finish with that period. I went to my locker to prepare for the next class and stopped in horror when I saw Vincent leaning on it with his hands on his pocket, one leg crossed over the other. His arms bulged through his tight shirt and his abs stood out.

I wondered what he was thinking about, hoping that by some miraculous turn of events, I wouldn’t be the object of his attention.

He was definitely the most handsome boy of Hunsberg University and the cruellest guy I have ever met.

For a moment I wanted to run away, hoping he didn’t notice me. Unfortunately I couldn’t do that because a) I need my chemistry notebook and sir even told to bring the periodic table sheet.

b) He noticed me.

My stomach felt heavy as I approached my locker, afraid and embarrassed of him at the same time.

I couldn’t even look at him in the eyes. I stopped several steps away from him, but he didn’t move an inch, completely blocking my locker.