Contrary beyond popular belief, I believed, running away was the perfect solution to almost every problem. Then again, it's not like I've ever tried any other method. However, from the way his back turned around slowly, to the way his eyes filled with fury and rage, running away really was the only option. I'd be stupid to not realize I just ruined my entire 2 years left at this school. And all because of some strawberry milk.

I chuckled nervously, "You might wanna calm down," they all remained silent while giving me pointed looks, I took this as a sign to continue, "So when I was little, I watched this show where this kid had steam com-" I was rudely cut off from my nervous rant.

"Grab her." The guy drenched in milk spoke. His voice was deep and velvety. Like I could just listen to him talk for hours and never get tired. It was so smooth, as it just rolled off his tongue. Wait, I don't think I should be-

"Hey, hey, hey now, are you really going to hurt an innocent girl for throwing some milk at you. Come on.....man up!" I hopelessly tried to get my self out the situation. Which by the way, was to no use as in the next two moments of my life, I felt myself being lifted and thrown onto someone's back. All worries put aside, the view was nice from up here. All worries not put aside, I refused to be treated like a sack of potatoes!

The chest of the guy who was holding me, vibrated as he spoke. "Just tell me where, Damien." Damien? Why did that name sound so familiar, yet sent lurches to my heart. I've heard it before, and then realization dawned me and my eyes widened. Same brown hair, same face shape, identical plump pink lips.

No there's no way that's possible? What are the chances? It has to be another Damien.

"Bring her too the room." He spoke in a hushed voice.

"Bro are you- I don't know if we should, we've never went that far with a girl." Another one of his minions spoke. Except he wasn't so mini, and he had platinum blond hair with hazel colored eyes.

"Ugh just let me go, you're wasting my time!" I yelled while I kicked to make him put me down.

"Baby if I were you, I'd stop that." The guy holding me whispered.

"No I-"

"You're in a skirt, and let's just black's a good color in you." He didn't whisper this time, and the whole crew chucked, well except for a certain someone named Damien.

My face grew hot, but I stopped kicking.

"I'm Alex by the way. Thought you'd wanna know." He added, and I could just feel him winking at me.

"I don't care," I growled back.

At the mental catastrophe going on inside my head, I felt useless staring at the glossy gold tiles. I was being taken away by a herd of men, and here I was staring at the muscular butt of....Alex? Was that his name? I couldn't bother to remember, seeing as how after this whole ordeal was over, I would be avoiding them at all costs

He follows the rest of the group into a room. It was a medium sized cozy looking room. There was a small wooden table in the middle with five chairs, surrounding it. Alex plopped me down onto one of the beanbag chairs.

The small light fixture in the room, illuminated Damiens intense and riveting gaze as he glared at me. I glared back as my eyes travelled to his chest, and down to his abs. They were fairly recognizable through his soaked white shirt.

His next movements sent a gripping and sensual feeling throughout my body. He tugged at the ends of his soaked shirt, and he pulled it off his body completely. Without a care, he tossed it to the ground and I felt an urge to look away. The slither of enragement I had previously was replaced by shyness. I've never seen a guy shirtless, much less this close to me.

I couldn't help but stare. They were perfectly shaped, as if carved from stone. I wonder how'd they would feel under my fingertips. His biceps weren't extremely buff, but he could easily win fight with them. The size of his arms enforced the fact that he could still tear me to shreds. With his bear hands may I add.

We no, bad Eli! I looked away hoping he didn't catch me staring.

My eyes twitched when from the side of my vision I saw him take his steps closer to me. His presence was compelling me to give him attention. I almost forgot all of Damiens friends were watching us like some sort of soap opera. Awkward.

I stood up, as he walked closer, until we were separated by an inch between us. "What do you want?" I spat out.

He smirked, but didn't say anything. Instead he looked around the room giving his friends a look, and they all scurried out. Before they all left, Alex popped his head back in, "Don't be too harsh on her," and left, but not before he gave me a wink.

Damien chuckled staring down at me with his alluring light green eyes. "Do you know what happens to people who disrespect me? More importantly, do you know what happens to them in this room?"

"I-"

"Of coarse you wouldn't newbie. Well, consider this a lesson." He growled, his deep voice monstrous and mysterious at the same time.

"How did you know-"

"That you're new?" He chuckled darkly, "No offense pumpkin but you aren't the brightest diamond in the crowd."

He grinned evilly, while my mind faltered. That was exactly the opposite of what I wanted to hear. A new start meant fitting in, not being an outcast, and here I am being called out. My mind grew sensitive, and a tear almost leaked out, except I forcefully held it back.

If I was really going to let this sadistic prick, make me cry, then my name wasn't Elizabeth Williams.

I gave him my meanest glare as he stepped closer to me, and snaked an arm around my waist. He was still shirtless, and I could feel all his abs through my thin shirt. When I gasped, I assumed he knew he was making me uncomfortable. I've never gotten this close to another guy, and here he was intruding my personal space in less than five seconds.

He craned his neck to make his lips touch my ear. The shell of my ear felt cold as he whispered softly. The hairs on my neck stood up, and it felt like I was frozen. "Since you're new, I won't hurt you." I sighed in relief.

Until he continued, "I'll give you two options. One, pay me back for my $500 dollar shirt, and get the fûck out of this school, two, do everything I say for the rest of the year. Either way, from this point on, your life will be a living héll."

He stepped away from me completely, and his hand on my waist trailed away leaving a light feathery touch. I felt a rush of cold air surround me, once he took his hand away.

"And what if I do neither." I smirked. He couldn't make me.

"I will personally make sure I ruin all your chances of having a future." He spoke while analyzing my face. His evil grin prominent. My face however, visibly paled.

Over the past 4 months, I worked so hard to the point I thought I'd pass out, may times during the day. And for what, to waste all my money, and ruin my chances of actually having a career? Waste my chance of showing every family I've ever had, that they shouldn't have neglected me? Shouldn't have beat me? Tortured me?

"I'll do it."

"I knew you would." His curly light brown hair reached his green endless pools that sparked with amusement. His eyes raked me up and down like a predator would do his prey.

This was just a game to him.

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