Free Being the Bad Boy's Victim by Claire Monette Page B

scanned the lunchroom until I spotted him.
    Perfect. He was sitting with James and Matt at their usual booth.
    Showtime!
    “Connor!” I squealed as loudly and high-pitched as I could. Everyone was definitely watching me then. I pranced my way to him, giggling and flapping my arms around like a typical girly girl.
    “Bella?”
    I stopped and gave a cute wave to Jess and the girls, still giggling. “Guysss, I’m going to sit with my boo!” I shrieked, making my way to Connor.
    “Boo! That was amazing!” I squealed, hopping onto his lap, fiddling with the hair at the back of his head.
    “Bella?” Connor asked, shocked.
    Matt and James were staring at me, their jaws dropped.
    “That’s right! Connor Michaels is mine!” I said, standing up to face everybody. “Back off, bitches!”
    I saw Anna from the corner of my eye trying to stifle her laughter. I held back a grin, only she knew what I was doing. Not because I told her, but because Anna was a genius. Which reminded me then, I needed her advice on something.
    “What are you doing?” Connor hissed, pulling me back.
    “Boo! That hurts!” I said loudly, twisting around to face him. “But don’t worry, I like it rough. You know that.”
    Connor’s eyes narrowed and he grabbed my arm, yanking me out of the booth. I giggled and twirled my hair as he dragged me out of the cafeteria.
    “Connor, where are we…?”
    He slammed the doors close, pushing me onto one of the lockers nearby. Thankfully, no one was in the hallway, which meant no weird-ass rumors would be spread.
    “What the hell are you doing?” Connor snarled, looking beyond angry.
    “What do you mean, boo?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes flirtatiously.
    “Cut the act, Bella,” Connor ordered, pressing his body harder into mine, making it hard to move at all.
    I looked around, making sure that there wasn’t anyone there.
    “Okay, Connor,” I said, dropping the girly girl act. “You caught me,” I muttered, venom dripping in my tone.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Connor asked, impatience threading through his voice.
    I raised an eyebrow. How stupid can this guy be? “I’m going along with the little rumor you started,” Realization crossed Connor’s face and I rolled my eyes. Finally!
    “How did you know?” he asked, still pressed to me.
    I squirmed a little, noting the smirk that appeared on Connor’s face while he was watching me.
    “I just do,” I snapped, attempting to push him away at the same time.
    He laughed when I gave up.
    Come on! It was like trying to move a wall.
    “So are you going to tell people the truth?” I asked.
    “Hmmm.” He leaned into me, every inch of my body was now touching his. “Nope.”
    “What?” I asked, surprised.
    “I think I’m going to let everybody think we did it,” he said, smirking.
    I held in my anger, and decided it was time to pull out the “cockblocker.”
    “Then, I think I’m going to tell everyone about the STD you gave me,” I said, smirking.
    Connor’s eyes widened, then narrowed. Anger was evident on his face. Hell, he looked dangerous. Then my breathing grew ragged as he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. Since I had absolutely no chance of getting away, I decided I would be a bitch and keep my mouth closed, refusing entrance. I could tell Connor was growing impatient as he tried everything to get me to open up. Well, apparently not everything… yet.
    Soon enough, I felt his hand slide underneath my skirt, resting on the side of my butt. I managed to keep my mouth closed as he squeezed my butt. My heart was about to burst as his hand slid over my crotch, resting right underneath. Come on, Bella, stay strong! And I would have held on, too. But then I felt his hand slide into my underwear, causing me to open my mouth so I could scream. He was able to expertly let his tongue slip into my mouth before I could manage to, however, causing my struggles to become more intense. Unfortunately, Connor