All Chapters of TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

HOPE's POV“Loser!” A water balloon smashes right at the back of my head and explodes. The crowd bursts into laughter and I? I have become a walking goo of slimy green and red. “Hey, Omega! Clean up the mess will ya?” “Don’t dirty the school hall with your ugly footprints!” More snickers ensue. Another balloon comes at me. It gets me in my back this time and my white cottony shirt is now a slimy blue. Great. I swallow the lump in my throat and bend down to pick up my textbooks. They had fallen out of my hands at the assault of the first balloon. My biology book gets picked first, then chemistry and finally, poetry. They’re all covered in slime, it’ll take time to clean them all. And just as I reach out for the last item, my sketchbook, a neon pink sneaker appears and stomps on my hand, unleashing a crushing pain on me.“Argh!” I scream when the owner presses down, the soles of the sneaker grinds against my skin and bones. “Oh…if it isn’t little Miss Goodie Two Shoes herself,”

HOPE’s POVIt took me an hour, but I am finally pedalling my bicycle towards the residence of the Parker family manor. The ride back was a long one. I was chased by a bulldog and almost fell into the drain, no thanks to my missing glasses. Add that to the sudden heavy downpour.Mom’s going to kill me when she finds out that I need to buy another pair of glasses. It's the third time this year. The first two were crushed and broken, courtesy of Sara Carter. Maybe I should just bill the new pair of glasses to her. Right.What a joke. If I ever dare to even look her in the eye, Sara Carter will hang me upside down from the school gymnasium and use me as a pinata or a punching bag.I shake the thought off and quickly ride towards the garage, grateful that no one is seeing me in such an embarrassing state. Especially mom.Getting off my bike, I lean it gently against the wall, careful not to dirty the pristine clean walls of the garage with my wet and peeling bicycle. Then, picking up my

HOPE’s POV “I want you…” I think my heart just got stuck in my throat. For a moment, all I can do is stare into Blake’s stormcloud eyes. Funny how I never noticed the swirls of red in them, they are so enchanting, almost like the embers of an all-consuming flame. “To wear contacts.” Huh? I blink. What? “I want you to wear contacts from now on. You look much better without your glasses. I get to see the emerald behind those specs of yours,” Blake practically whispers in my face and my breath hitches. He makes no attempt to move away, choosing instead to hold my gaze. My heart starts to go thump-thump-thump. Oh Moon Goddess, please do not let his super-sensitive ears hear this. “Your heart’s beating extremely fast, Hope.” Damn. “Are you nervous?” he teases, leaning further in to speak into my ear, letting his breath tickle the nape of my neck. Quickly, I avert my eyes, choosing instead to look down at my fingers interlocking one another on my lap. All I can do is sit like a s

Hope’s POVIt was never easy to walk down the halls of Wulf High, but today, every step that I take feels as if I am being dragged under quicksand. Perhaps it would be better to be swallowed up by quicksand. At least I wouldn’t have to come to school anymore. But here I am, trudging behind Blake like a prisoner of war with my head downcast. Whistles and high fives roll across the hallway, it is a salutation that everyone who wants to be anyone is giving Blake. And even without looking up, I can tell that every single girl in school has her eyes glued on Blake. In everyone’s eyes, Blake is the epitome of coolness; he is what every guy wants to be and the dream guy every girl wants to have. If only they knew what a bully he is. “Hey, Blake!” someone comes up Mr Cool himself and gives him a high flve. It sounds like Will, Blake’s self proclaimed best buddy. A tiny lift of my head and a sneak peek confirms my suspicion. It really is Will Morris, the smartest student in Wulf High and t

Hope’s POVI take out a book from my locker, it’s Physics. I have a class later with Mr Simpson. But something is wrong. The hallway is too quiet. Usually, the place would be bustling with shouts and whistles and kids screaming at the top of their lungs.Right at this moment, everything is way too quiet and all to calm. A quick look around and I realize that the place is deserted. Strange. Why would it be like this unless…Blake Parker. I am dead meat. Blake must have caught wind of the little rumor I started, and it is not the rumor he had asked me to spread earlier this morning. He won’t be happy about it. Then again, who would be? No one likes to have their dicks branded as a baby finger.I turn back to my locker, slam it shut and lock it. But then, someone’s footsteps come up from behind me. Someone’s strong and steady stride.It’s Blake. Who else would it be? I am soooo dead.Maybe I shouldn’t have been so brash. Maybe I should have at least said that Blake's manhood was the s