All Chapters of Submitting To The Bad Boy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(LANA’S POV)I had done a replay in my head for about ten thousand times at least. The fact that Atlas and I had come to an agreement was giving me the chills and of course the reality that we were not close to what I truly hoped for was sinking in my head as well.He had told me plainly that love is definitely not included but I could not help but wonder if this was because I wasn’t up to his status in the first place.But then again, why exactly would he even agree to be with someone like me?“Lana?” Dad called and I looked up from stacking the plates in their rightful places.I wiped my hands on a napking, then took off my apron and hurried through the bustling work space and met my dad who was in the small manager’s office.Daddy is the best cook in the world, back at home on our farm he had a really nice restaurant that used to belong to our grandparents. It wasn’t great but it was good enough.After our parents realized that I was a special child with the brain of a genuis, a re

(LANA’S POV)“That’s what he is! A jerk!” Travis said out loud as we walked back home. He was deeply frustrated and annoyed at what had happened at the store. He had every right to and if I was being honest, Atlas was definitely a big Jerk today.But I am a terrible person to say I was not thinking about that. I was busy thinking about the way Atlas had referred to me.A Nerd from school. I should not be hurt but I am. I’m definitely hurt.“I mean! He thinks his money can just get him whatever he wants and that he can just buy any of us simply because he is well boxed up! What a jerk! Funny to think, it’s not even his money!” Travis went on complaining.At that point my mind was drifting in and out of the conversation.“Lana?” Travis called me and touched my arm gently.That was probably the third time he had called my name but this time around, I turned to him.“I’m sorry.” He said surprising me.“Whatever for?” I asked in surprise. Travis scratched his head nervously and he had a

(ATLAS’S POV)Alana was acting icy cold when we got in to the house. She had been acting that way all the way through the drive and till now. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was mad at me for calling her a nerd last night or because of what happened between that male dude and I.“So are you going to say what’s wrong?” I asked watching her take a seat on the Chaise Lounge.I was standing with my arms straightened out beside me and my eyes solely fixed on her. “Nothing is wrong.” She said but she still wasn’t looking at me.“Then why won’t you look at me?” I asked her.She seemed to take a deep breath and then she turned to look at me.Her blue eyes struck me as they always do and I found comfort in starring at that pretty face. “There is nothing wrong.” She said holding my eyes.I had to admit that Alana was so much more than I had ever expected. By a lot more, I mainly mean stubborn.I walked towards her and her eyes narrowed while she turned her face away also.I crouched so I c

One of the first things that I had ever noticed about Atlas Shaughnessy was how almost cold, expressionless and distant he seemed to be. But when he left me all alone in that huge mansion, i felt his icy attitude for the very first time. It sucked everything from me and drained my energy and confidence. Exactly ten minutes after he had left, the sound of the doorbell jarred me out of my heartbroken and sober state.I had worn my clothes but still remained seated in the bedroom as if waiting somehow for him to reappear. For one second, I had even hoped he was the one at the door, but it was the driver, just as he had told me, an expressionless young man with the figure and aura of a bodyguard. I was driven and dropped off with an emptiness and the broken memories of his fingers and lips all over me.I was plunged in to an unfamiliar place of pain and sadness, one that made sleep almost impossible that night.My mind was swirling in a turmoil of sorrow and the thoughts of what could h

My friends didn’t lie when they said they would help me get over Atlas. We spent the next few days having fun and being in school together. We had lunch at the bleachers instead of the cafeteria, they made sure that I was almost always occupied with books, we went out a lot and I have to say that it helped me to feel better.I have been watching Atlas as well as haboring feelings for him for years now and to withdraw was not something that was easy. But I was determined and so I put in extra effort.I made a submission to the management of academics requesting for a change in my schedules and time tables. Since I am a perfect score student who has never been in trouble, it was not hard to get what I wanted which was to avoid seeing Atlas in my classes.At night I thought about him before going to bed, sometimes I cried but I stayed strong. It went on that way for some time.Then, Friday came and I was in bed exchanging texts with my friends in our shared group chat.The next day was