Bad Boy Isn’t My Type

Jennie Wilson POV

He was waiting for an opportunity to bully me or kill me, and I was really going to die today. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

After few minutes we reached a very posh looking building. It was a posh pub and I looked at the vast parking lot, it was very huge and parked with expensive and posh cars around. 

Blake offed the engine and got off the car and came around and forwarded his hand asking for my hand. 

” Shall we?” I gave my hand amusingly and he helped me to get off the seat and we walked ahead. 

Surprisingly he didn’t push me go with Vincent, instead he circled his arm around mine and pulled me go with him and moved ahead leaving Elora and Vincent behind. Maybe Blake sensed Vincent’s dangerous anger. 

Rest of them got off and walked towards the pub. My heart beating loudly in my ears as I walked with Blake, my social phobia kicking in. Everything screamed rich here. 

We were going to the top most terrace of the building as it was only made for VIP’s. 

My heart popped out looking at the view, it was very huge. So this is where rich people spend their holiday? There was a large dance floor and tables arranged around the terrace, waitresses serving foods, everything was classy here. 

People around here were elegant and dressed richly. I totally didn’t belong here. It was getting stronger the closer I was to all those strangers passing by because I was afraid I would start blushing and make a fool of myself.

Blake released me and I walked towards Rose to sit with her. They ordered drinks and food and I looked around nervously and eyes landed on Vincent unexpectedly. 

He wasn’t looking at me sitting patiently, sipping his wine. His gaze suddenly met mine and I hunched over. He didn’t even try to reach me surprisingly but he was murdering me with his looks only.

Rose gave me fresh lime soda and non alcoholic ‘bloody marry’ drink and I sipped not looking around, just concentrating on my plate, because of nervousness.

I was never introduced to this kind of environment as I was just a simple village girl and everything scared me here. I was way better planting sprouts on the fields though. 

Harper was enjoying and laughing as Taeyong was talking to her, at least she is happy, that is all I need. 

” Let’s dance everyone!” Rose chirped out and Harper followed her enthusiastically. 

” Let’s go!” Jisoo pulled me but I politely declined her, lying that I wasn’t feeling well I might faint any second. 

Elora pulled Vincent with her but he pushed her away giving her death glare, but it didn’t even affect her little. Maybe she was as crack as him, because normal sensed person wouldn’t do that. 

Everybody were on the floor, except me. Blake as usual, chick magnet…… attracting girls around him and he was a true player. He welcomed every girl whoever reached him. 

If I had microphone I would shout out loud to girls stay away from him he’s a killing volcano folks. I chuckled and I didn’t even dare to look at Vincent and turned around striding towards the terrace edge enjoying bloody marry drink. 

I reached towards the edge of the terrace and looked down. The wind was flowing freely and everything looked tiny and sparky from here. I peeped down excitingly wondering what if I slip and fall from this terrace, well that would be terrifying.

I laughed at my thoughts and stepped back and turned back and flinched out suddenly almost losing my balance but I held the dependent fence of terrace in horror. 

Elora was behind me looking at me venomously. I pretended to look fine correcting myself. Confidence Jennie! Confidence! 

” Who do you think you are b*tch!? ” Elora broke her silence but I chose to completely ignore her because I was least bothered to get into cat fight, that also for Vincent? No thanks! 

” Hey I am talking to you wh*re!” Elora squeaked out and pushed me and I stumbled a little almost loosing my balance. 

I looked at her shocked ” What the f*** b*tch are you mad!” 

” I know you pulled some black magic on my Vincent and trapped him again! Don’t you have shame for what you have done to him!!!” She blasted me almost bursting my ears. 

Geez!!! 

” Why does it even matter to you whatever I had done to him when it doesn’t even bother Vincent? He’s okay with it despite everything, he still wants Eva back, then who the f*** are you meddle between us. ” I looked at her irritated. 

” Why you…… Leave my Vincent alone! You are not even worth it you ugly witch!!” She screamed at me almost catching unwanted attention around. .

This girl!!!! Act like savage Eva Jennie!

” Oh please, look back at your own face baboon. Vincent chose me not you okay ! You can never match one and only Eva Smith. I am the best he could ever get ” I flipped my hair smirking.

“And you…… leave my boyfriend alone and go back to your …… your ……? whatever piss hole you have crawled out of.” Damn I used Vincent insult! 

Get lost sooner so that I can go back to my village early! 

” You-” Elora pushed me forcedly and I stumbled loosing my balance and spilled my drink onto a lady’s dress who was standing with a little distance. 

” What the f***!” The lady shouted out and I looked at her in horror. 

” Oh god! I am sorry miss! I didn’t d-” I looked at Elora and she smirked walking off escaping the situation. 

” My limited edition dress!! Do you know how expensive is this! You wench!” She shouted almost gathering unwanted attention around us. 

” Ma’am I didn’t mean to…… I…… I……” I shuttered, my pulse going high on tension. 

” The mark won’t go away now, you b*tch! You are going to pay for this! You think I will let you off this easily!!” She yelled at me.

Embarrassment coloured my cheeks, my heart pumping furiously from the unwanted attention.

” My expensive dress, I wore if for the first time and you ruined it all you wench! Pay for it!!!” 

The hushed whispers erupted from all sides, frowns forming on the faces of those closest to us.

” How…… How much does it cost ma’am?” I shuttered tears almost threatening to fall. 

” 50, 000 dollars! It was limited edition and you ruined it! Pay for it now!” 

What!!!!! 

My face went pale hearing her and I staggered a little looking at her in horror. I don’t have that much of money! 

It’s more than my whole year college fees!!!! 

” Ma’am…… I don’t have that much of money, please try to understand ” I pleaded her, almost feeling to burst out crying. 

” What do you mean by you don’t have money? I don’t know from where these girls come from! You need to pay for this I won’t let you get away this easily you wench! !!!” 

I wished the ground would swallow me up and I wouldn’t have to face this embarrassment. I felt my cheeks burning as my skin prickled under the scrutiny of all these people.

” Ma’am pleas-” Before I could finish somebody threw a cheque on her face and I looked at my side shocked. 

Vincent had towered behind me glaring at her venomously. ” 50, 000$ cheque, stop preaching, take it and get lost!” 

What no! 

” Where are your manners boy! Is this how you talk to a woman!” She hissed at him.

“What did you say, stupid hag?” Vincent snapped his head at her and took a menacing step towards her and I held him back in horror. 

All his dark emotions were focused in the glare he directed at her, and she yelped, darting away picking up the cheque and I looked at her shocked as she scurried away. 

” Vincent! Why did you give that cheque to her, it wasn’t even my fault! I was going to handle it somehow, why you had to meddle in?” I looked at him irritated. 

He closed the distance between us and loomed over me, shaking in rage, making me take a step back.

” Why did I meddle in? You are acting like nothing happened here…… I could see how you were handling it!” He hissed as his eyes bore into me with fierce intensity. 

” That doesn’t mean you have to interfere into my business! You gave it off without thinking! I never begged or needed your help and I would have managed it without you!” 

Without any warning, his eyes grew darker and more dangerous, making me afraid to move even an inch. I was shell-shocked. He held my neck tightly and pulled me dangerously close to his.

” Yeah? How would you do that, by selling this body of yours here? As you are looking nothing but a slut anyway with these” he flicked the skirt and looked at me with full disgust. ” And this f***ing make-up” he hissed outstretching his thumb erasing lipstick slightly but abruptly off my lips. 

Tears dwelled on my eyes but I refused to cry in front of this egoistic bastard. I pried off his hand.

” Why does it bother you what I would do? Whether I will sell myself or not? You are no one to certify me to what I am and better mind your own f***ing business!” I hissed at him and walked but he caught me easily and veered me around and pressed me against his solid chest. 

” You are so weak and pathetic, and it is repulsive watching you crawl around and beg for mercy, but now all of a sudden, you think you can talk back to me like this?” He hissed, his voice almost unrecognizable under venom and rage.

” What can I expect from a cheap, low class ungrateful b*tch anyway as she just into these things and likes to enjoy messing and f*** around without any shame.” His words cut through me like razor. 

A tear escaped from my eyes unwillingly, but I brushed it off abruptly, refusing to break down in front of him. We looked at each other full hatred. 

He placed his arms against the terrace wall, trapping me in between them and he dangerously hovered over me completely cutting all my escape. “Just like a low grade girl will do. You know how you look now?” 

The panic rose in my chest when the darkness enveloped me as he hovered, his body flush with mine. He brought his face deadly close to mine and my heart beat sped up.

” A complete wh*re and it disgusts me just to look at you. You are just good without this make-up and these fancy things …… these don’t suit you and are not made for your f***ing broke life ” 

My heart absorbed every hurtful word he was throwing at me, shrinking under the spreading toxicity that hurt like the daggers cutting into skin.