Another Wrong Turn?

Chapter Twenty-Two: Being Gullible Might Be a Good Thing

            “Hey! Loosen your grip! It hurts!” I yelped.

            James ignored me and continued dragging me away. I glanced frantically at my surroundings. James brought me to the far side of the beach and I’ve just noticed that no one was here. Not even one single student from my school. The teachers might be in the beach huts or something and the students might be swimming on the other side of the beach, near the others who were playing volleyball. If I scream, no one will hear me. Oh shit.

            To test if I’m correct, I let out a loud scream. Immediately, James hands clapped on my lips, shutting me up. “Shut up!” he hissed. “Do you want to be caught?”

            I bit his hand and he gasped in pain. “Jerk!” I yelled at him as he staggered a little bit. I took it as my advantage and tried to run away. But he was too fast for me.

            He grabbed my wrist and I gave out a yelp of surprise. He laughed and pushed me, making me fall on my back to the white sand. James hovered above me as he brushed his fingers on my cheeks. “You really are hot, don’t you know that? I pity that Jones guy never asked you out. He’s really missing out a lot.”

            “Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered fearfully. Oh my God, this is it. I’m going to get raped. I am so going to get raped. Oh God, help me.

            James laughed huskily. “Oh, I won’t hurt you. Well, maybe a little… If you know what I mean.”

            I whimpered quietly as he untied the strings of my bikini top with his expert fingers. “James… stop it! Oh God—please!”

            “Oh, you’re enjoying it,” he said, smirking at me. “You’re just denying it. Oh well.”

            “You bastard!”

            And with that, he was finished untying the strings of my bikini top. No! I screamed again and slapped his chest angrily, trying to push him off of me. But he was a lot stronger than me. He grunted as he pinned my hands above me, his face inches away from me. “You really want to make this hard?”

            “Get away from me, you—you monster! Let me go!”

            Then he crashed his lips to mine. I pressed my lips together, telling myself not to open them. When I didn’t, he bit my bottom lip harshly making me gasp. Of course, he used this as an advantage and deepened the kiss.

            But before I could say ‘crap’, James disappeared above me. I gasped when I saw James body beside me, his nose bleeding and his right eye shut. And on top of him was…

            “Ian!” I gasped.

            He raised his right hand again and then punched James, making him grunt in pain. “You fucking bastard!” Ian growled and punched James again.

            “Ian, stop it! You’re killing him!” I cried.

            “He should be,” he replied and punched James once again.

            “Stop it, Ian! You could be expelled for that!”

            “Expelled?” he asked, looking at me blankly. “You mean this guy is with us?”

            “Yes! He’s the brother of the girl with us!”

            “What?” he growled angrily. Then he looked back at James, striking another blow. “You fucking lying bastard!”

            “Lying? What—what do you mean?” I asked, almost hysterical.

            “He’s a fucking tourist here, too,” Ian replied angrily. “I saw him when I arrived here. He was flirting with Hannah Thomas, the girl who played as Jane Bennet!”

            I stood there, looking at him stupidly as I registered that fact. So James Anderson was lying to me? Oh crap, I’m so freaking gullible! Of course James can’t be in my school, I’ve never seen him before! I snapped back to reality when Ian punched James… again.

            “Ian! You still need to stop! You’re going to kill him! You’re going to be in a more serious situation if you kill him! Stop it!” I cried.

            To my surprise, he stopped and stood up. After one more kick in his sides, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from James. Happily, I followed him. When we were back on the part of the beach where most of the students in my school were staying, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I carefully tied the strings of my bikini top on my shoulder tightly. Oh thank God. I turned to Ian to thank him. “Ian, thank you so—.”

            “Victoria, what were you thinking?” he snapped angrily at me. “Going with a guy you don’t know?! Are you freaking serious?! You don’t know him! Why did you go out with him?!”

            Taken aback, I glared at him. Who was he to tell me what to do? “He told me he’s in our school! How am I supposed to know that he’s just another tourist? I’m sorry if I was almost raped!”

            “You wouldn’t be if you were just staying with Suzanne or someone you actually know!”

            “Like you? Hell no!”

            It was his turn to look taken aback by my answer. But he regained his composure and glared at me. “It was lucky then that I heard you scream or else you would get raped.”

            “You heard me… scream?” I asked, frowning. But my scream wouldn’t be heard in this part of the beach. Unless Ian has superhuman strength. “How?”

            “I was following you but from a distance.”

            “You were following me?” I repeated. “What—why?! Are you a stalker or something?!”

            “I was worried about you going off with a stranger with that stupid bikini you are wearing!” he said, gesturing on my bikini.

            “That’s not the point! You shouldn’t follow me!”

            “And why not? If I wasn’t following you, you’re absolutely raped right now!”

            “Argh, whatever!” I shouted angrily, earning curious glances from the nearest people that was standing from us.

            I stomped off angrily but Ian grabbed my wrist. “Don’t you dare walk away from me! We’re not yet done!”

            “We are so done! Thank you for saving me so just leave me alone!” I snapped at him.

            “Victoria, I was worried about you.”

            I looked back at him. Anger was nowhere to be seen from his face. “I know,” I replied.

            “I’m sorry if I was following you.”

            “It’s okay. I should have ignored James.”

            “No, it’s not your fault.”

            “If I wasn’t too gullible—.”

            But before I could finish my sentence, he placed his lips to mine, kissing me softly. Then he put his forehead on mine. “You’re not gullible. Maybe being gullible is a good thing because if you weren’t, then we wouldn’t have been close.”

            Ian smiled at me one last time then turned to leave. I put my fingers on my lips as I stared at him walking away from me.

           

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