The walls have ears

Zoe's POV

"We need to talk," I heard the person say. It was Louis! He had a hand on my mouth and my back to his chest. He pulled me into a classroom. The moment we entered the room, before he even closed the door, I knew where we were. The room had the rather choking smell of expensive cologne, and the words written conspicuously on the whiteboard screamed at me: "NO PEASANTS ALLOWED!!!" The words spoke directly to me. It was the place where my humiliation had taken place, the single most embarrassing day of my life that had shown me where I stood in this school. The thought alone made me cringe and grit my teeth.

He let me go as he sat on a seat, facing me. He left me standing, and I stood there rigid and quiet. Our eyes never left each other. His voice finally pierced through the odd silence.

"You owe me."

"Owe you?"

"I rescued you, didn't I?"

I blinked back at him. I should have thanked him, even though he was being a jerk about it, but my pride spoke first. "Rescued me? From what exactly. I didn't need your help, and neither did my brother." I was being unreasonable, but something had already taken over.

For a split second, shock took over his face, and his expression changed again as he smirked at me. Unexpectedly, he started to chuckle as he clapped. His laughter was starting to get hysterical when he got up, instantly scaring me out of my skin.

He walked closer to me, and with each step, my panic rose as I backed away from him. He had a look in his eyes that I had never seen before.

I turned to run, but he reached for me and caught me. He turned me back around and slammed me against the whiteboard. I opened my eyes to see him towering over me with his arms on either side of my head, effectively trapping me.

The fear I had was now completely overwhelming me. My heartbeat frantically under my chest. Every fiber of my body was telling me to fight or escape, yet my body seemed unwilling to move any other way.

He leaned close and whispered menacingly in my ear. "So being forced turns you on."

My eyes widened at his remark. Was he implying that I instigated the whole situation?

I tried not to let my embarrassment show on my face.

He laughed loudly. It wasn't a nice laugh. A laugh full of malice, a chuckle that sounded as if it came from the bottom of his stomach. He looked me in the eye and said, "You are really as dirty as your mother."

I kept quiet under an intense stare.

"But that's just a theory, I need to experiment on that."

I raised a brow. What was he suddenly talking about? I had no time to react as his head dropped to my neck.

He sucked gently at a spot below my ear. I froze. My whole body shuddered involuntarily, unable to control it. I wanted to scream out, but I couldn't do anything else. All my senses seemed numbed, and all I could feel was his warm breath on my neck.

Then I started to resist, pushing against his unmovable chest.

I heard him chuckle against my skin before he buried his face in the nape of my neck. I continued to push and struggle against him, but his body held me in place.

I felt him graze the tender flesh of my neck, slowly nibbling on it like he had all the time in the world.

I wanted to scream, but as though he heard my thoughts, he said.

"If you scream," taking a pause and biting my neck again. "I will shut you up with my mouth."

I knew he would carry out the threat. And even if I did scream, he would probably turn the tables. Who would believe that a prostitute's daughter in this situation?

He wrapped his arm around my waist, my body molding to his. His mouth traced from my nape and my jaw and nibbled rather gently on my lips. My hands grabbed at his shirt to pull him off me. He ignored my attempts, his lips brushing against mine. A soft moan escaped from my mouth, which startled us both. We separated quickly.

His eyes were filled with lust, and a glint of triumph flashed across them.

"I guess my hypothesis was correct."

I was still dumbstruck by my own reaction, and I couldn't speak.

"You didn't need my help after all." With those words, he pulled his arm away. Then he turned around and strutted out the door, leaving me frozen on the floor.

It had never happened before. I didn't expect my hormones to react that way, but at that moment, they did. So much so, that I started shaking, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.

Again I had made a fool of myself. Of course, I needed his help, and he had helped not only me but my brother.

I was afraid that the only reason I was resisting was because I was in denial of what I felt about my tormentor. Yesterday had only left me more confused. I wiped my tears and made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up.

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Louis' POV

I fucking hated her! Every fiber in my body wanted to make her suffer, break her down, and destroy her. Her presence drove me crazy, but sometimes not in the way I'd like. But that didn't matter. She had the bitch's blood in her veins. Her bitch of a mother was the reason mine was depressed and hurting. The woman without a status dared to destroy the person that held my family together. That woman bewitched my father to dance to her tunes. Now he barely spoke a word to the woman who had loved him for decades. Now the woman's daughter was in my school?

The moment I saw her with her unruly brown hair and determined jade eyes, I knew I had a mission to see her mangled and helpless, totally at my mercy.

My sister joined in, and being in the same economic class as the rest of the school helped. From her first day, it was either she submitted or she was punished; either way, she was the loser. She had not one friend after two years. All the other scholarship students had transferred, but she had hung on anyway.

I despised the fact that she had earned a bit of my respect by doing that. I had eyes on her at her workplace and home. And other times, I did the monitoring myself. I just needed to catch her lacking, but everything I had seen had proved me wrong about her. It was so fucking annoying.

She was resourceful despite the eyesore she called home. She was indifferent towards her elder sister but seemed to adore her nine-year-old brother. The boy looked nothing like her, with his brown eyes and red hair, and knowing what their mother did for a living, it wouldn't be difficult to imagine why.

I hardly saw her interact with her mother or the shabby-looking man named Todd. She was a loner. I loathed that I knew so much about her, but she intrigued me.

The bitch bruised my ego by daring to tell me she hadn't needed me. I just wanted to tease her, but I got too close. She had an earthy fragrance that intoxicated me into delving further into the mystery of Zoraya Carter. The way she had pushed against me drove me wild. I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit.

Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

The moment she moaned. It was soft and pleading. It mirrored my own desire. If I had kissed her, I would have reached the point of no return. But I didn't. I remembered who she was and on which side I belonged. I was the victim's son, and she was the tramp's daughter. And she was an enemy.

*****

“The party was amazing!" Jennie squealed.

"Yeah, it was, but it was probably amazing to you because Louis was there," Franky shrugged, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"No, it was probably for the party," Sandra's unsure voice spoke out.

"Girl," Franky snarled. "Who asked you?" Before she turned to Jenny. "I told you not to invite her, but you did anyway, and now she thinks she can speak without permission."

Turning her attention back to Sandra, who was already regretting opening her mouth. "Don't even think you are on our level yet; remember your dad is just a former deputy governor."

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said.

"Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion.

She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'

The students who did not make the cut could only be allowed in by invitation. But those were rare. Even after six years in the school, she had only been invited four times.

She had been a low-key part of Jennie's friend group as one of the servants, of course. Despite that, she had not been boosted at all in the school's student hierarchy.

She peeked through the window of the class to take in a little of the room. It was big, like a mini-hall. The curtains looked like the ones used by royals; heavy and regal. The loudspeakers for music and a 70-inch flat-screen TV. The three expensive vanity makeup tables. Games for the guys. It was heaven.

She tried the doorknob, and her mouth nearly hit the ground when it was a mystery not locked. She entered it without a second thought. Taking it in now that she was alone in it, she used makeup, and threw some hoops that she missed.

She even took pictures of everything there. She went to the toilet and used it. No invitee had ever been allowed to use it. But today was her lucky day. Or was it?

After she had inscribed her name on the wall where all the 'richest' had written theirs, Lisa's heart almost jumped out of her throat when she heard the door open. She hid behind one of the heavy curtains that were obscuring the sunlight.

If they caught her, she would be dead. It would lower her already low student hierarchy. What if they start treating her like a scholarship student? It would be over for her. She said silent prayers as she waited.

She did not peek until she started to hear voices. She saw Louis with a girl. The surviving scholarship student. Zoe Carter. The first time the girl had been here, Louis strangely invited everyone to watch her get humiliated in the worst possible way. Lisa didn't understand why the girl had not withdrawn after that day.

She switched to video recording on her phone and started to film them. Louis was the hottest and richest student, along with his younger sister, and Jennie had liked Louis for such a long time everyone knew. He was off-limits. So this would interest her.

From what she heard, Zoe owed Louis something which she denied. He seemed angry and started to laugh. The next thing he was up and pinning her to the board, he insulted her, and what happened next almost made Lisa drop her phone.

He was kissing her neck. He wasn't just teasing. No, he was doing it. It looked like he was forcing her until Lisa heard her fucking moan. He pulled away and made fun of her again and left.

As Lisa looked at her phone now, she knew she had something that could make Jennie favor her more and even upgrade her level. Who would care about how she got it? They would be too preoccupied with making Zoe pay. And it would be good for the girl if she left anyway, so Lisa believed she was doing her a favor. Lisa made her decision.

“Jennie." She tapped her shoulder to get her attention.

"What?" Jennie snapped.

“I guess I spoke too soon." Franky rolled her eyes.

Lisa ignored Franky, and with her attention still on Jennie, she said, "Sorry, but I believe there is something you might want to see."