Her Love

Prologue: Levi

^Valeria

TW: attempted SA and bullying. Feel free to skip to the next chapter if these are triggers for you.

2 Years Earlier

I hold my breath, hoping they will just walk past me. I know it's not particularly likely, especially with my luck. These asshats mess with me every single day. But still, a guy can hope. I tuck myself more into my locker, closing my eyes. Please God. Please let them leave me alone, just for today.

"You're not very good at hiding, snowflake." Ivy, whispers in my ear. I cringe as the other females laugh, pulling me away from my locker. Fuck. I just can't catch a break!

Ivy and her gang aren't anything special. There are four of them in total. They play rugby, but they aren't particularly good at it. They're not very strong or smart. They are regular brutes, just like most of the females at this school. Besides Ivy, I don't think I even know the other girls' names.

Despite my best attempts to stay out of their grasp, two of the females flank me, both grabbing my arms and leaving me defenseless. I don't bother to attempt to break free and run. Even if I got away, running is strictly banned for males. Anything these females do to me would pale in comparison to the punishment I would receive at the boys' home if I were reported.

"Awwwe, poor snowflake. Maybe we should leave him alone today?" One of the girls asks the group. They all look at each other and burst out laughing, as if leaving me alone is the funniest idea they've ever heard. Assholes.

One of them rips my bag off my shoulder and starts to go through it, finding my sketchbook in the process. Luckily, I don't carry any of the artwork I care about in my schoolbag. Just a few random drawings I sketched over the day.

"You don't mind, do you?" The female asks, holding up the sketchbook. I hold my tongue, and she starts to flip through it, shredding the pages and scattering them like some kind of feral cat.
When she is content with the demolition, she finds my drawing pencils and begins to snap them one by one, dropping them onto the floor. I look away, unable to watch.

"He's not even reacting! How boring. Maybe we should find a different male to torment, Ivy."

"No, we just need to switch up tactics." Ivy closes in like a predator, putting her face too close to mine. Her breath is hot and smells like cafeteria food. "Maybe today we should sample the merchandise. You look like you have a tight little ass, snowflake."

Time seems to stand still as her words register in my mind. She can't be saying what I think she's saying. I mean, males are sexually harassed plenty, but penetration is strictly against the rules. If Ivy and her group go through with this, they will be breaking the only rule that applies to females at this purgatory of a high school. I am as shocked as I am terrified. I'm only 16. I should have another 2 years before I have to go through this.

"No," I whisper, glancing up into Ivy's eyes for the first time since she and her gang started picking on me. Her eyes are dark blue. They seem to get darker as I look into them. She's angry. This is probably the first time a male has looked into her eyes: It is strictly forbidden.

"You're gonna regret doing that, snowflake," Ivy says, smiling sharply. Then she grabs the back of my head and rams my face into my locker. I can hear the crack as I make contact. I cry out in pain, blood dripping through my fingers as I clutch my nose. Fuck! If I had been expecting the attack, I might have been able to defend myself, but she caught me completely off guard.

There are quite a few bystanders in the hallway, and they all look the other way as Ivy guides me by the back of my neck into the female restrooms, her entourage not far behind. I try to scream out for help, but Ivy clasps a hand over my mouth. She only releases me once the bathroom door is closed and locked behind us. I spin around, looking at the group looming before me. They look nothing short of menacing as they stare at me.