Page 108 of Dare To Take

Arabella

I wipe a hand over my mouth, fighting to breathe through my panic.

What did Eli give me?

No one even tried to come to my rescue. They all watched as he ordered me out of the cafeteria. None of them lifted a hand to save me.

You really think the school gives a single fuck about you after what you’ve done? You’ve proved to everyone that you’re the problem, not me. I could strip you naked and fuck you on the table right here and not a single person would stop me. Not now. I wonder how long a line there would be if I bent you over and offered your ass to whoever wanted it.

Eli’s words taunt me. He’s proved that no one cares what happens to me. Pain wells up inside my chest. I’m nothing to them. A nobody.

The bell sounds.

I wind my arms tight around my waist, and trudge toward the main building and the next class. People stop to stare at me as I pass. I hear their whispers. See their scornful looks. All I want is for the floor to open and swallow me down.

What did Eli give me? Maybe it was nothing? He’s just trying to mess with my head.

The questions plague me as I enter the class.

“How’s your pussy?” Bret asks as I pass. “Did Eli get you nice and wet for the rest of us to play with?”

Garrett grabs my wrist and jerks me sideways onto his lap. “Ready for a ride?”

When I struggle against him, his dick hardens beneath my ass. “Let go of me.”

“What’s the matter, Arabella? I heard you like it rough.”

The other jocks laugh.

A few other students look away uneasily while I fight to free myself, but no one moves to help.

Garrett secures my wrists in one hand and cups my breast through my sweater with his other. His teeth bite down on the side of my neck, and I whimper.

“You heard what Travers said. No one gives a fuck about you,” Evan reminds me.

Jace chuckles. “No one is going to care if we pass you around.”

Kellan walks into the room, Miles behind him.

“Please, stop,” I beg, shame and humiliation colliding inside me.

“Mr. Drake is outside the door,” Kellan warns Garrett as he strolls by.

Miles moves toward me but stops when Garrett releases me.

I scramble off his lap and fall onto my seat.

“We’ll finish this later.” Garrett blows me a kiss.

I can still feel the heat of his mouth on my neck. Did he leave a mark? I claw at the spot with my nails, trying to get rid of the sensation.

Mr. Drake walks into the room, and the class falls silent. I dart a peek around. Miles is looking at me, eyes dark with concern. The other jocks have hungry looks in their eyes. Kellan just stares at me.

I have to get through the rest of the afternoon before I can escape.

Hunching my shoulders, I pull out my books.

We’re thirty minutes into the class when pain ripples through my abdomen. Pressing a hand to it, my eyes widen.

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