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Chapter Seventeen: The Bastard
L. G. AusmusIf you read this far into Zach and Leia's story, thank you so, so much!! I'm sure I lost a few readers over these chapters, but for those who stayed up to this point, you're the best!! I know, it took seventeen chapters for the book to start getting interesting. But I guarantee that all of the exciting chapters will not be that far apart ;). If you made it to this note, comment on the chapter to boost my confidence a little bit, haha.
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I woke up the next morning with the worst headache I had ever felt pounding in my temples like a drilling machine. I groaned and sat up, holding my hand to my head. The last thing I remembered was going to the party last night, Zach talking to me and walking away, and... that was it. No snippets of anything from last night, no fragments, nothing. I looked around my surroundings to make sure I wasn't in some other guy's room. Thankfully, I was in my own room. The one that I shared with... Zach. My eyes widened, and I quickly checked myself under the covers. I was still in my skirt and blouse from last night. The only things removed from my body were my shoes. Zach hadn't touched me. Zach Turploy, who had fucked nearly half of the girls at our school and flirted with the rest, had the perfect opportunity to take me. And he hadn't. I sat up slowly, not wanting my head to literally explode from the pressure of my headache, and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I walked over to m
Beauty and the Bastard Chapter One: Beauty
I walked out of class, relieved that pre-calculus was finally over. Despite my efforts to pass the class, I still despised it. It was just one of the useless things that we wasted our time learning about. I mean, when were we ever going to use Pi on a daily basis? I walked over to my locker, twisted the combination into the lock, and popped the door open. Inside was an array of books, folders, papers, and a small calendar, all neatly organized into their little spots. A small round mirror hung on the inside of the door, revealing my head of dusty-blonde hair, tied into two loose braids that rested on my shoulders. My smooth, light skin was slightly flushed, bringing a faint pink tint to my cheeks. I brushed stray strands of hair off my soft-heart shaped face and took a quick glance at my upturned eyes, the blue-green irises darting along with my pupils as I scanned over my own features. I put my calculus book and notepad away, tucking them in between Science and Language Arts,
Beauty and the Bastard Chapter Two: Beauty
I grimaced as soon as I heard that bell ring. For some reason, it sounded louder than all the other bells. Maybe because it was broken. Or maybe because it was the bell that meant third period was coming. Also meaning I had to be in the same room as the jackass who had ruined my social life. Either way, I took my time packing my stuff up despite Haylie tapping her foot in mock patience. "You know," Haylie started. "You can't avoid third period. So why bother making yourself late?" I sighed. "Yeah, I know. But I can avoid him as much as possible this way." She rolled her eyes but still smiled. "Yeah, whatever. Just don't make me late, too." "Fine, let's go," I said as I reluctantly finished packing my things and swung my backpack on my shoulders. As we walked, Haylie was telling me about an awful cheese danish she had baked the other night. She was an awful baker. Just as she was telling me how bad the danish had been, my eyes drifted, and a smile spread across my face
Beauty and the Bastard Chapter Three: The Bastard
The bell rang, causing me to jump slightly. I narrowed my eyes at the streak that my pencil had made on my paper from the sudden movement and groaned. Marcus raised a brow at my reaction. "Calm down, buddy. Wait till you get home." He held in a snicker. I glared at him. "You know for a fact that's not what that is. I've got Science next period." He furrowed his brow in confusion. "Okay? So, why are we groaning like we just jerked off?" I rolled my eyes and started to pack my things. "Ha, ha ha, you're sooo funny. No. It's because next period is the class I have Roschèr in." Realization formed on Marcus's face. "Ohhh. I see." He smirked and raised a brow. I side-eyed him as I shoved my textbook into my backpack. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" It took me a second before it dawned on me what he was indicating. "Oh, Marcus! No! Don't even consider that." Marcus raised both eyebrows. "You know," he continued, despite my warning glare. "Based off of what yo
Beauty and the Bastard Chapter Four: Beauty
I felt my muscles tense as soon as I heard that voice flow into my ear and felt his breath fan over my neck. I cursed to myself as shivers ran down my spine, and I took a deep breath. I tried not to whip around and punch him in that shit-eating face. "Leave me alone, Zach," I snarled. "Oh, but why?" He taunted. "You didn't seem to want me to leave you alone, oh, how long has it been? Five years ago, did you?" I clenched my fists. He was fucking asking for it at this point. I whipped around and glared at him. "You better shut the fuck up right now before I make you." He widened his eyes in mock fear and puts his hands on his face. "Oh no!" He mocked. "What are you gonna do? Attack me with historical facts?" I narrowed my eyes. "What I'm going to do is punch you in your God damn face." He raised his eyebrows. "Ooh, you have me shaking in my boots. I think you'd cause more damage with your history facts." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Besides, I think the on
Beauty and the Bastard Chapter Five: The Bastard
I raised my eyebrows as Ms. Sconley stared Leia down. She clearly was not happy about Leia's tantrum. Leia slowly turned away from me and looked back at a pissed-off Ms. Sconley. "Never have I ever expected you to have such an outburst in my class!" Sconley continued. I snickered quietly. "I need a beer to drink to that." Leia dropped her head, and her cheeks turned beet red. "Miss Roschèr, mister Turploy, go to the principals office. Now." I felt my jaw drop, incredulous that I was getting sent. "What did I do!?" Sconley turned her glare to me. "You provoked. Now go." I shoved my stuff into my backpack. "Bloody bitch," I mumbled under my breath. I picked up my backpack carried it out, and walked behind Leia through the door. Unbe-fucking-leivable. I didn't know why I was being sent down for saying something. Leia had had a choice to ignore me. I mean, she had, but I always knew how to get under her skin. At least she was in trouble. I couldn't help but smirk at t
Beauty and the Bastard Chapter Six: Beauty
I felt my whole gut sink down. My insides grew cold. My head went light. Jacob frowned. "Isn't that the guy that always shits on you?" I nodded absent-mindedly, but I barely even heard Jake's words. "Yeah..." He looked into my eyes as concern clouded over his own. "Do you want to go?" If there was one thing I could control, it was not letting this douchebag control whether or not I would stay at a fucking hockey game. Regardless if he was playing or not. I just shook my head. "No, it's okay. I'll be fine." He offered a half smile and nodded, facing forward. "So, are those other two guys from our school? Owen and Marcus?" I nodded. "Yeah. They're close friends of Zach's." Jake hummed in acknowledgment. "They going on the trip tomorrow?" "Yeah." He shook his head. "I wish you didn't have to go through the shit they put you through. I don't know why they do it." I tried not to wince. I hoped he never would find out why they did this to me. "Well," I hesitated. "
Beauty and the Bastard Chapter Seven: The Bastard
So far, the score was 3-1, putting us in the lead. The Cobras had the puck and were advancing towards Owen. "Block it, Foley!" I heard coach scream. Almost at the exact same time, the puck was shot towards the goal, and Owen slammed down and blocked the score. "Yeah, Foley!" Coach shouted. Owen grinned and threw a thumbs up as Jayden stole the puck, swinging it to Marcus. I called out to Marcus once he was halfway down the rink, and he swung the puck in my direction, giving me a perfect shot. I intercepted the puck with my stick and skated towards the goal, dodging players and keeping the puck away from their sticks, and passed the puck back to Marcus as soon as I knew he had the ultimate shot, since his was better than mine, and he scored, bringing the score up to 4-1. The crowd cheered, and I fistbumped Marcus. "Yeah, man!" He slapped me on the back as he skated by. A couple of blocks and a score later, halftime rolled around, and the coach called us back into the ben
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