Naughty

Jeremy pov: 

It's been a whole week since the accident, and I finally got discharged yesterday. Luckily, it wasn't a major accident, so I didn't suffer any serious wounds.

I knew Steve and his gang would be waiting for me, ready to make fun of me again. It wasn't the physical pain that hurt the most, but the constant taunting and bullying that had become a part of my daily routine.

Despite my injury, I knew I couldn't afford to miss school. Grades were my top priority. Some might call me a nerd for that, but I wore that label with pride.

I didn't have much of an appetite, so I settled for a glass of milk before heading out. As I got into my black Ferrari, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had been weighing me down. I knew I had to face Steve eventually, but the thought of him making fun of me in front of everyone terrified me to no end. I revved up the engine and headed out early, trying to avoid Steve.

As I arrived at the school, I headed to the back of the building and settled myself under a tree. Normally, I would go to the terrace and listen to music, but the memory with Steve still lingers there, and I can't bear to face it. I decided to take out the novel I've been reading lately. 

It's a romantic and erotic book, which I secretly love to read, and no one, not even Oliver, knows about it. I was completely engrossed in the book, oblivious to my surroundings. My mouth was open like a jellyfish as I read through an exciting scene.

Suddenly, someone snatched the book from my hands, and I looked up in frustration. I hated being disturbed while reading. It was Steve, and I felt embarrassed that he caught me reading such a book. 

I stood up, trying to retrieve the book, but he held it high above my head. I couldn't reach it. As I tried to stretch to grab it, I lost my balance and fell onto Steve's chest. He caught me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. With one hand holding the book, he looked into my eyes, and we were dangerously close. I couldn't help but gulp, feeling a sudden rush of emotions.

"What are you reading, baby boy?" Steve whispered into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I looked up to see his piercing blue eyes staring back at me. 

"It's... It's nothing." I stuttered, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

I pushed his hands away, trying to put some distance between us. I could see a little bit of sadness in his eyes but I didn't care. 

"Give my book back, Steve." I said.

"What's so interesting about this book is that you are reading it with your mouth open. Let me see." He smirked, his eyes scanning the pages of my book. 

"Steve don't you dare." I said, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment.

He eagerly opened the book and dived into the pages, while I tried to sneakily snatch it from him. But to my surprise, he held my hands tightly with one hand, not letting me have my way. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong for me to handle. Finally, I gave up and let him read.

"His large calloused hands massaging her breasts and groping her ass." He read out with a smirk.

"Steve, don't," I whispered, feeling embarrassed.

"Wow, baby boy. I never knew you were this naughty," he teased, grinning.

"Give me my book back," I demanded, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

"I want to read more," he said, his eyes still glued to the book.

"He slid a hand between her legs, and spread her thighs wider..." He got cut off by me.

"Steve, stop it!" I shouted, feeling more and more embarrassed by the second.

"I can make those real for you. You don't need to feel pressure to read them," he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

"No... It's not that..." I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen.

"Don't try to deny it. You want it," he smirked, pulling me closer to him.

"Leave me alone, Steve!" I screamed, struggling against his grip but he was too strong for me to break free.

My heart was pounding as he came closer to me, his teeth grazing my ear. Despite the fear that gripped me, I couldn't help but feel a strange sensation, as if his touch had ignited something inside me. His eyes met mine, and they were dark and intense, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his erection pressing against me, and I couldn't help but gulp nervously.

Suddenly, we were interrupted by the sound of students chattering nearby. Steve quickly pulled away, his face turning as red as a tomato. He refused to meet my gaze as he stammered out a quick goodbye before walking away.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed between us. He had humiliated me in front of everyone by posting that video, but here we were, lost in our own little moment. It was so confusing.

I scolded myself for letting my guard down. After all, he was my bully, the one who had posted that humiliating video of me. I should have hated him. I hit my head with my hands, trying to push away the confusing thoughts as I continued walking to class.

The final bell rang and I hesitated to leave the classroom. I knew what awaited me outside; a group of bullies, ready to pounce on me. I waited for everyone to leave, but it seemed like they were taking their own sweet time. As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt something cold and wet dripping on my head. I gasped in shock and looked back to see Steve's friends, grinning at me. They had poured water on me. My shirt was soaked, and my skin was visible from underneath. I felt a pang of embarrassment and shame wash over me.

"Missed school for a week? You fat idiot!" Luca's voice thundered as I shivered from my wet shirt, trying to explain my absence.

"I...I met with an accident. I was at the hospital," I stammered, hoping for some sympathy.

"You are so dumb, piggy," he spat out.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, another boy chimed in with a crude remark. 

"I saw the video, Jeremy. You look so sexy. But bad luck, I am straight."

Luca was silent for a moment, his face betraying a tinge of sadness. It was then that I realized something unusual. Luca didn't join in the mockery. This was strange because he was always the one to make fun of me in everything.

I think it had something to do with Steve. They shared everything and helped each other out of trouble. I could tell that Luca didn't want to make fun of me because it would also mean he was making fun of his best friend.

My heart sank at the realization that some people only care about their close ones. They don't mind hurting others, as long as they don't hurt their loved ones.

Luca was caught off guard as Steve barged into the classroom, his face twisted in anger.

"Luca, what are you doing?" Steve bellowed, his voice echoing through the room.

Luca tried to explain, but Steve wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. With a fierce glare, Steve grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the classroom, 

"what I had gotten myself into..."