"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
I immediately recognized him as the tall dark stranger from school, there was no denying it was him. Since when did the school accept famous people? I mean I knew it was an elite establishment but this is crazy even for Fairbanks high. This explained the sudden flood of security and reaction from all the other students. Jude wasn't just your average arrogant asshole he was a world-famous musician and from what I've seen he has been since he was fifteen.
I can't imagine what it must've been like growing up in the spotlight, if I had cameras on me when I was fifteen I would've grown up to be a very different girl. I bet he was expecting me to grovel at his feet like all the other girls at school, I bet he was expecting me to bow down and submit to his every will, but I would do no such thing. I would treat him no different than I treated everybody else, like they were nothing back background noise to the chorus that is my life.
I'm Coraline fucking Nkole and I don't give a shit who the hell Jude Ace is and I won't let him have power over me.
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The next morning after ballet I walked beside Marceline to my first class which was math, she was still teasing me about not knowing about Born Victim.
"How the fuck haven't you heard of Born Victim?" She laughs flipping her light curls behind her, "aren't you supposed to be a metalhead or something?"
"Yeah, I listen to real heavy metal not some one-hit-wonder rock band from 2015." I scoff, "Iron Maiden, AC/DC ever heard of them?"
"Oh please Cora don't be that girl, just admit you're a little behind the times that's all." Marcy concludes wrapping her arm around me, "My sister has posters of them all over her room and she's a twenty-two-year-old med student, you have no excuse to not know them."
"Jesus Christ fine!" I admit, "Being well known and popular because of your looks doesn't mean your music is any good okay?"
"So you're saying Jude's hot?" She laughs,
"No, I'm saying I'm hot and he needs to get off his high horse." I retort and she gives me a knowing smirk,
"Of course you're hot baby but you're also really fucking stubborn." She concludes, "anyways I'm going to be late for AP Chem, you stay out of trouble okay?"
"Whatever," I mumble and take out my phone to look at the search results once more.
All through class, I do more and more research on his stupid band and I've learned quite a bit about them. They started out as a garage band but rose to fame after they were offered a million-dollar record deal by Oceanic Records in 2015, their hit song Radioactive heart topped the charts for an entire month before they dropped their first album Devil's Advocate which went triple platinum by the end of the year. This guy wasn't just popular, he was insanely famous and I hated it.
"Why're you so obsessed with me tiny dancer?" Asked a deep voice beside me and I nearly dropped my cell phone, it was Jude in all his cocky glory, his dark brown eyes staring me down.
"I'm not obsessed with you asshole." I fought back, "if anything you bore me."
"Is that so?" He asks and I notice the way his tie to his uniform is knotted wrong and on anyone else, it may have come across as sloppy or even tacky but he made it look carefree and oddly attractive. "Then why's my name in your search history?"
"Why's your dick down my throat?" I shut spitefully
"If it was you wouldn't be giving me the attitude you are right now." He said plainly and I nearly choke on air, how the hell is he so casual about everything? "So you're a singer huh?"
"Keep your voice down." I whisper looking around making sure no one heard him, "no I'm not and I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Does 'I'll wear my favorite dress even though I know it's yours' ring a bell?" He speaks and I shut my eyes in annoyance,
"Listen just because you're Mr famous out there doesn't mean you get to push me around in here okay? These are my halls and I'm in control you got that?" I clarify and his eyes flicker with amusement as though he finds me...funny?
"If you're intimidated by my status that's on you tiny dancer and in case you missed it, you don't tell me what to do." He replies nonchalantly and I bundle my fists, "does that make you angry princess?"
"Yes."
"I like that." He winks shifting his gaze back to my cell phone screen,
"Fuck you." I seeth, "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"I gladly would but it's so much fun seeing you get so frustrated," he says taking his bottom lip between his teeth, and I swallow hard, "There's nothing on the internet that can tell you anything real about me, it's all a goddamn lie."
"I don't care to know anything about you." I lie, because it is a lie and I hate to admit it but I want to know how his mind works.
"You're such a bad liar." He laughs, "you're pathetic."
"It's stupid okay?" I speak feeling like a little kid who got her lunch money taken away, "it's stupid that you walk around thinking everyone knows who you are."
"It's stupid that you walk around thinking the exact same thing." He declares, "I hope they see you someday and I hope they hate what they see as much as you do when you look in the mirror."
I shift my gaze to the front of the class and turn off my phone, I hate how cruel he is, I hate how he thinks he knows me, I hate how half the world loves him and most of all I hate that he's right.
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