CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Six: Panties Drop

My jaw dropped because of his foul words. What the hell is he thinking?

Without wasting any second I stood up.

"Who do you think you are?" I whisper shouted. "I was not raised by my mother to whore around!"

"Its not what you think" He defended,

"Oh really? You're a 30 year old married man and you want to have sex with me? Do you not realize how wrong is that? Are you...are you crazy?"

"Let me explain first-"

"No. Get out of my house!" I cut off.

"I don't love my wife okay? Do you not get it? Is it still not obvious? People like us doesn't deserve to feel loved or even love. I was arranged to be married with her when I was your age. People like us don't get to have a choice. I never liked her. I tried but it didn't work out."

The sadness in his voice and eyes is real.

Is this the reason why they don't have a child?

 "And where does that involve me? This sounds like a domestic problem!"   

"You might not know it but I'm sure as fucking hell that you will end up like me. Your mother will force you to get married to a guy you barely know..heck I bet you couldn't even look at him. Don't you get it?"

"I don't." I retorted, "I don't care about your sex drive. If you need sex then you are lucky you have a wife. Leave my house now." I was stern as I sat back on my bed.

He shook his head.

"You are unbelievable. I can't even look at you right now." I say once more.

He smirked before licking his lips. "You know you want me anyway. The way I make you wet between your thighs." He exclaimed before climbing down the window.

I can feel my throat dry up as I try to think about the disturbing words he just said.

*

It was a Thursday and there is an event happening in our school. It was our schools anniversary and as much as I hate it I was forced to participate by no other than my mother.

It was just a small get together in our school gym where the students will drink punch and dance. At least that's what I thought.

When I entered the place was packed. Not only by girls but also boys from the all boy's school a few miles away from our school. The one is Inglewood. West Inglewood Preparatory School for the Boys to be exact.

My jaw literally drop on the floor when I saw my classmates, grinding their bodies on boys. I used to think they were prude and boring but who knew they could be this wasted? There wasn't even alcohol in the drinks, I don't know why they are acting like they are drunk and some kind of a horny animal.

I walk my way to the farther corner of the gym. Trying to avoid all the sweaty bodies. I hated my dress, my make up, my hair and my clothes. My mother knew how much I hated events like this but she still forced me too.

"What is a pretty girl doing alone in this lonely part of the gym?" A guy with curly locks exclaimed. He was wearing a ridiculously expensive tux I assumed that it was a designers and his cologne is unbelievable strong that it almost made my nostrils close.

I didn't answer him. I took another sip of my punch and looked away from him uninterested.

"Oh ignoring me, are you now?" He chuckled sitting beside me on the bleachers. Too close than I expected. My skin touching the hem of his tux.

I scoot a few inches away.

"C'mon, love. No need to be like that. Its not like I have a disease or sumthin' I just wanna talk." His hands were now resting on my thighs and I swat him away.

"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows, not amused by him.

"I know you want it-" His lips tries to touch the skin of my neck but I pulled away, standing up.

"You disgusting piece of shit!" I exclaimed my hand ready to slap him until someone grabbed my hand.

"Whoa there. You're too pretty tonight to have dirt on your hand, babe. What seems to be a problem? Is this young man bothering you?" Oh god things just got worst when I heard his voice.

"And who are you? His granddad?" The brown haired guy my age exclaimed.

"His uh..my uh-"

"I'm her boyfriend. You better step out of the way before I knock you out myself."

"Do you not know who I am? Nobody fucking dares to say no to me. I am Ashton Fletcher Irwin. I am the richest son of a bitch in my school. Everybody bows down to me. So you...and your girlfriend owe me an apology."

"Apology?!" I spat, "You're the one harassing me. I don't care who the fuck Irwin you are. I don't owe you anything!"

I can feel Mr. Hemmings' grip around my waist tighten. I didn't even notice that he was holding unto me just until now.

"You liked it-" Ashton exclaimed and I wanted to bash his face in.

"Now now, if you don't want to be in more trouble than you are now then I suggest you step aside."

"Make me."

In a split of second just after I opened my eyes from blinking Ashton was on the gym floor with his nose bleeding.

Mr. Hemmings punched him in the face.

As much as I was happy to see him bleed I felt conscience right away. I wasn't raised to be violent or even witness something violent.

"My father will hear about this and I will press charges!!" Ashton exclaimed in rage as he splits blood from his mouth.

Mr. Hemmings knelt down in front of him grabbing him on his tux's collar. The crowd surrounding us started to pile up.

"One word about this then you might end up dead." He threatened before dragging me out of the place.