Number 2

TWO

My braces didn’t help, and my acnes got worse each day. My glasses were too big for my face, and my lanky build didn’t help my confidence much.

Sometimes I just wished I could die. It would make no difference anymore since no one would even notice.

Raiden’s POV

My girlfriend had a malicious smirk on her gorgeous face as she approached me in that thin white tank top, her boobs threatening to tear through them, her nipples straining through the material, her hips seductively swinging in those tight leather mini skirt.

I was lucky to be dating the most beautiful girl in highschool and plus, all the guys wanted her. I didn’t feel angry seeing guys drool over her or let their eyes linger over her ass as I grab it and pull her in for a deep long, dirty kiss that left her moaning into my mouth before we pull away. No. I actually felt satisfied and accomplished that they could only stare at her, but they couldn’t fuck her like I did. They didn’t own her. I did.

“What’s this?” Her brows were raised as she held the side of my leather jacket, and when I glance down and see the guacamole stain, my mood ruins entirely when I remembered the encounter I had with that girl.

“That wolf-less bitch bumped into me today. I’m surprised you all haven’t ripped her apart, and yet she hasn’t even dropped out.” I murmur, wiping the guacamole stuff off.

Anything that concerened I and that girl just sickened me to my bones. Like, I had never seen anyone so damn ugly in my life. I mean, everyone looked a bit wonky in middle school, but people like Sasha or Jessica had their massive glow up in highschool.

Keira remained the same pitiful, wolf-less girl with braces and acnes and those ridiculously large glasses. She couldn’t even hide her acnes with some make up; always showing up at school like she was homeless. Her family background was poor, but couldn’t she afford decent clothes every now and then?

I shared my days in highschool bullying her, but after I graduated, I didn’t see her again, and I didn’t even think much about her, but recountering her today brought back memories of just how useless she was back in those days.

And it looked like nothing much had changed.

“Awwwn” Sasha drawled with a glint in her eyes which I recognized as the one she had whenever she was plotting something. “We’re still saving her for later… Is your birthday party still holding at the 69 club?”

“Yeah… But there’s no way I’m inviting someone like her to my party. What would people say?”

“It will fun babe. Trust me.” She starts fiddling with my colar, and I draw her in to inhale her beautiful scent before placing a kiss on the side of her neck.

Times like this, I wished everyone around could just disappear so I could have her all to myself and use her as I please until she was writhing beneath me and begging for more.

“How will letting her into my party be fun? There will be alcohol and horny teenagers all around, and I don’t want someone ruining the heat of the party by turning off half the entire population of guys at my party.”

“Come on babe…” She drawled, hooking her finger through my shirt as she laughed. “she’s not that bad… but think of it like this. It will be a few days before our graduation and we need to pull of one last mega prank on her.”

“Okay. I’m listening.” It’s not like I had a choice. We had arrived in my car, and while my friend Andrew was driving us to where we’ll get drinks before heading home, we were sitting at the back with her body curled around mine, her arms wounded around my neck, her lips and tongue caressing my ear.

“You’ll hand out invitations, and then we’ll invite her to the party. You could almost imagine how happy and excited she would be when she learns that the Alpha personally invited her to his party… “

“I don’t like where this is going… But continue” I grab her ass and pull her close, and even though her friends were in the car, we don’t mind the slightest, acting like we were in a world of ours.

“We get her to play the game of truth and dare and we get her into a room with one of your friends and settle her in for the night.”

“What do you mean settle her in for the night” Vanessa, her friend, who was sitting on David’s lap, another friend of mine while rubbing a generous amount of lip gloss across her pouty lips spoke up.

“You know what I mean right… It will be a proper sendforth to college.”

I don’t say anything and hear my friends start deciding who was going to be the one to pop her cherry that night.

I didn’t like Keira one bit. Hell no, even her prescence irritates me, but wasn’t this going too far? I didn’t know how to feel about this, but I couldn’t just speak up and tell them it was a wrong idea. After all, we’ve done much worse to her, Haven’t we? And besides, we were doing her a favor…

She thinks she’s going to die alone as a virgin, but she could get her cherry popped by one of my friends… It was a win win.

But why did I still feel that tug in my heart warning me that it was a bad idea?