3: Unlucky Girl

BELLA

His kiss was everything passionate and soulful.

His hand remained on my chin as he kissed me as if I was the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted. He was going slow, kissing me reverently as if was an angel, a thing made to be worshipped.

Even when the kiss turned outrightly hungry and feral, he still didn't stop kissing me as if he was in awe of my existence, giving me the kind of pleasure I never knew existed until now.

I had no experience and I didn't want to do anything for fear of being clumsy and putting him off but Trevor didn't seem to mind as he kissed me more and more intently, passionately stroking his tongue with mine, causing mewls of pleasure to escape from my mouth.

The next thing I knew, his hands were on my zippers and undoing them while his mouth still remained fused with mine and that was when I remembered that the lights were still on.

I hesitantly tore my mouth away from his and even though he looked like he wanted no distraction with the intense hunger I could see in his eyes, he still stopped.

"The lights..." I croaked out, "Can we put the lights off?" I was self-conscious of my body and I didn't want him to see me like that.

"Of course not Sunflower," his mouth was on my neck this time around as he kissed his way down to my collar and my cleavage, "you're so beautiful and I'd love to see your body as I worship it."

Then he cupped my right boob through the fabrics, fused his mouth around my already taut nipple and he started sucking. It was hot and dirty and sinful and it was messing with my head but I was enjoying every minute of it.

My clothes came off somewhere along the line and I instinctively tried to cover up with my hands but the way he was looking at my body as if it was a temple, a sacred and beautiful temple made me stop.

"Fuck Bella, you're really pretty, I could look at your body and worship it all day long."

And he did, all night long, kissing my body, worshipping me with his fingers, mouth, and tongue, and making me feel throes of passion that I never existed while putting my pleasure first and asking me if I was okay and enjoying it.

The way he treated me like I was fragile made my insides ache in a beautiful way and when he was done, I didn't know when I said;

"I love you."

He sort of froze against me before he flashed me that charming smile of his as he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I love you more, Sunflower."

Then he rolled off me, pulled me closer, and cuddled me all night long.

I knew it couldn't get any better than this.

What I did not know is that it could definitely get worse than this.

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I wore a very happy smile on my face as I walked into the gates of school on Monday. I couldn't stop feeling excited, couldn't stop myself from smiling and grinning excitedly. I still couldn't get the memories of two nights ago from my mind, I couldn't get how he had worshipped me with his fingers, his mouth, and his eyes. How he had made me feel pleasure that I never knew was possible.

I still couldn't believe that Trevor had chosen me.

I still couldn't believe the life I was now living.

I stepped into the hallway and almost instantly, my body started prickling with a feeling I couldn't name. The students were looking at me, pointing at me, laughing at me.

It was downright horrible.

I thought I was hallucinating, that there was no way this was happening again. I had gotten an upgrade by becoming  Trevor's friend, by becoming his girl. There was no way in the world they were doing this to me again when they knew what Trevor would do to them.

But they were doing it anyway, I was not hallucinating. This was real.

I was being mocked and bullied.

I wanted to shrink, wanted to melt into the floor, wanted to turn back and run away but I needed to... I had to see Trevor.

Someone bumped hard into me and the force nearly made me lose my footing.

I looked up to see a girl grinning wickedly at me, her arms crossed over her chest.

“So fat girl, is it true that you moan like an elephant when you're being fucked?”

I stopped, my palms growing clammy as they balled into a fist and the whole hallway burst into laughter.

I bet Trevor had to close his eyes when he was fucking her.

I wonder how he got past all those fats and rolls to actually sleep with her.

Bet he vomited straight afterward.

Poor guy must have been holding his gag in so bad.

I don't care what was involved but I'd rather jump off a bridge than sleep with someone like her.

More taunting laughter and my heart dropped completely.

What was going on?

What's going on?

I did not wait, I took to the direction where I knew Trevor would be. I needed to see him. He was the only person who would be able to explain what was going on to me. Surely, this was all a mistake, the students were making this up because they were jealous of me and they wanted me to feel bad.

I needed to see Trevor because he was the only one that'd make everything better.

Nothing prepared me for the sight that I saw when I entered the abandoned classroom that was Trevor’s geng.

My heart shattered completely as I took in the sight of Trevor sitting on his favorite chair and kissing another girl as his life depended on it.

Trevor’s back was to me and the girl... Her face was to me, her eyes closed in the throes of passion but I knew who she was... I'd know that face every time every day.

Her eyes snapped open, met mine and the mocking glint filled her eyes before she closed them again and she went back to kissing Trevor like her life depended on it.

My heart continued to shatter because I couldn't wrap my head around what was happening.

Mara and Trevor.

Trevor and Mara.

I've never seen them together. They don't have any business together.

A gasp must have escaped from my mouth because Trevor turned suddenly and the eyes that used to look at me like I was the whole world to him, looked at me blankly, as if I was nothing, as if he couldn't see me before he turned away to plant a chaste kiss on a gloating Mara’s lips.

I combusted.

I wanted to cower, to run away, to hide my face, hide my shame but I remained rooted to where I was, unable to move a limb.

“Why are you so shocked?” Mara’s voice jolted me out of my reverie and she was already standing in front of me, wearing a gloating smile.

“Wait, are you shocked to see me and my mate making out?”

Her mate? Her mate? I looked behind her to Trevor who wasn't even paying any attention to me as if I was that irrelevant. I expected him to debunk what Mara just said but it seemed like it was the truth.

They were mates. Weeks ago, I'd overheard Mara talking about her mate with her mom but because I wasn't interested in her, I paid no heed to their conversation.

“I just asked my mate to do a little thing for me, you help me put you in your place,” she chuckled as if amused while my whole world was fading.

“Wait, did you really think someone like Trevor would look at someone like you? Have you ever seen what you look like? Do you need a mirror, Bella? Do you really think someone like you would attract any man, not to talk of a man like Trevor?"

My insides were shaking and everything was going wrong with my body but still, I needed to hear it from Trevor's mouth, I needed to confirm if all these were true.

"Trevor," I called out shakily, "is this true? This can't be true, right? You... You said..."

He stood up, barely sparing me a glance and he started to make his way out of the room as if I didn't exist.

He was about to walk past me when I instinctively reached out to grab his shirt.

"Trevor, it's..."

My words died in my mouth when he turned to look at me now and the disgust and disdain in his eyes were obvious as day.

I did not need to be told. He was disgusted by me.

My heart shattered completely and my hands slipped away from his shirt. He didn't even look back as he walked away, leaving me alone with Mara who was grinning from ear to ear, obviously enjoying my misfortune.

The one she had orchestrated.

"You know what I told you?" Her smile widened as I heard a snapshot that jolted me out of my reverie. She was holding her phone up and she just took a picture of my face.

"I love the picture on your face when you're reminded of just how ugly you look," She flashed the picture she just took in my face, "it makes me so happy and I'm sure I'm going to have a good time looking at this picture and laughing my ass out."

I wanted to yell, I wanted to pull her hair, to beat and pummel her to the ground but I did none of that.

Instead, I turned on my heels and ran as far as I could.