Trapped (Bullied Book 4) (Bullied Series) Vera Hollins (best large ereader txt) 📖

interesting.” I wiggled my brows at him and laughed when his whole face went red.

The bell rang, and my anxiety intensified. Just one more period and I would have to go to detention. I wrung my hands together, wishing a time-skip existed so I could just step into tomorrow.

We left the classroom. “Good luck with detention, Jess.”

“Thanks. I’ll need it. See you,” I mumbled in response and headed to my next class, hoping one more time that this detention was just a bad dream and I was about to wake up soon.

The last period ended too quickly. I dragged myself to Ms. Gentry’s classroom with anxiety bubbling in my stomach.

“It’s okay, Jess. It will pass quickly. He won’t do anything to you. Don’t be afraid,” I whispered to myself, my pulse accelerating rapidly.

It was no use. I couldn’t calm down.

I reached the classroom just in time and exhaled in relief because it was empty. I sat down at the desk on the far side of the room, hoping Blake wouldn’t show up. It was too quiet, which didn’t sit well with me.

All my hope was squashed when the door opened and Blake entered. He looked ever so intimidating in a dark gray shirt and black jeans, but as always, there was more to him, and I couldn’t look away. His piercing gaze held me captivated, wiping away all my coherent thoughts as we looked at each other. The silence in the room suddenly became deafening.

He crossed over and halted right in front of my desk. He looked down at me with his arms folded across his chest, and I felt at a big disadvantage sitting with him standing above me. I caught a whiff of his distinctive scent and frowned, reproaching myself for liking it.

“Did you have fun with Burks?”

My heart rate doubled as I stared at one spot on the blackboard, ignoring his unexpected question.

“You two are perfect for each other. Both of you are losers no one wants.”

I tugged at my shirt, my fingers clenching around the material. He supported himself with both hands on the desk and leaned toward me. I dropped my gaze with a start. Go. Away.

“Only a loser would want to fuck a whale.”

I winced and dug my fingers into my thighs as my face warmed up. My hair couldn’t hide me enough.

“Shut up,” I said, hardly more than a whisper.

“You like them weird, Fats? Does he stutter when he fucks you?”

My chest burned with anger. “Please shut up.”

“I bet he couldn’t keep his dick up for even a minute.”

I was pressing my fingers into my thighs so hard it was going to leave bruises. “Shut up.”

He chuckled. “Maybe two minutes tops—if he imagined Hayden’s dick.”

“I said, shut up!” I stood up, forgetting all about fear as my anger took over. “You’re absolutely disgusting! I won’t let you speak about him like this!”

He raised one eyebrow at me and straightened himself up. “Or what? What are you going to do to protect your boyfriend? Whine? You’re just making a fool of yourself.”

“For friends, I’m ready to do anything.”

Not even a muscle moved on his face as he studied me, his eyes ablaze. “Those are brave words for a total coward. Why don’t you go to some corner and hide like usual? Before you shit your pants.”

Just a few months earlier, that was exactly what I would’ve done. I wouldn’t even have been able to speak my mind, but I couldn’t keep quiet anymore—just like that day in the cafeteria more than two months earlier, when I’d confronted him for the first time ever.

“I’m aware that I’m not the bravest person out there, but I can change. I want to change.”

“Aww, so touching. Do you want applause? Here.” He clapped his hands hard. Each clap brought me more shame and pain, but I didn’t back down.

“You can mock me all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ll be out of high school soon and won’t have to see your face ever again.” He clenched his jaw. “One day, I’ll be a better person, but you’ll never change. You’ll always remain this horrible jerk without a heart.” Something flashed in his eyes, and the veins at his temples bulged out. “You’ll stay alone.”

He fisted his hands. “Shut your damn mouth.”

“Why?” I let out a taunting chuckle, which was so not me, but it was oddly fitting in this moment. “It’s the truth. Does the truth hurt you?”

He grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me toward him. “If you don’t shut your mouth right now, you’ll regret it.”

The adrenaline and anger silenced all the warnings that told me not to provoke him. “What’s the matter, Blake? It hurts? But I’m just telling the truth! No one is ever going to love you—”

He shoved me into the nearest wall and pressed me against it, shaking with rage. “Shut the fuck up! You don’t know anything about me!”

“And I don’t want to!” I grabbed his hands with mine and tried to remove them from my collar, but to no effect. “I want to stay as far away from you as possible!”

He got into my face. “You’ll never stay away from me!”

“Why?!”

“Because you’re my fucking trigger!” His shouted revelation echoed sharply in the classroom. “You brought everything back! And for that, I’ll make you pay!”

I was dumbstruck, my gaze darting between his eyes. “What are you—”

“Miss Metts? Mr. Jones? What in heaven’s name are you doing?!”

Releasing me, Blake stepped back and faced Ms. Gentry, who stared at us with eyes wide open. My legs turned wobbly now that I was coming off my adrenaline high, so I supported myself against the wall.

“I-I’m sorry—” I started.

“What the fuck does it look like?” Blake growled. He looked like he was about to explode, which was nothing new because he’d always been volatile and easily angered when confronted.

“Watch your mouth, Mr. Jones. You can’t talk to me like that.”

He sneered at her. “Or what?”

She narrowed