I stepped away and picked up my bag where it had fallen. "Never, …and I mean never without my permission," I said and turned towards the door. I was just a few steps from the door when Francis grabbed my arm roughly and yanked me back towards him.
His eyes looked savage and there was no hint of kindness left at all on his face. He was breathing hard and for the first time, I noticed how big he truly was. He toward over me. The look on his face had changed from the sweet guy I was used to, to something full of rage. "Let go of my arm, Francis. You're hurting me," I told him, taking pains to keep my voice from shaking. The look in his eyes scared me.
I had never seen him get like this. "You know I don't have to take no for an answer, Isabella. I asked you out and I expect the answer to be yes," he said menacingly. I kept my face calm. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know that you were my master, Francis." I said it as calm I could. "Let go of my arm. I said no or have you taken too many footballs to your head to understand?" I yanked my arm hard, but he only tightened his grip.
"Isabella, you don't seem to understand me, do you? I said you're going out with me and you'll like it. I mean it's the least you can do for slapping me." He smirked down at me with a nasty glint in his eyes. "I've tried doing this the nice way but you leave me no choice but to force you...or do I have to pay a visit to that little brother of yours to get a yes from you? or better yet I can make your life hell here in school. All I have to do is send some pictures of you in your bra and underwear. I already told the football team that you would say yes and I'll be damned if you make me look stupid in front of the school." He glared down at me.
I could not believe this was happening. He had to be bluffing. "excuse me? you have to be kidding me." my eyes went wide as I looked at him and realized he was telling the truth. "where in the fucking hell did you get pictures of me????"
He smirked at me and pulled out his phone. He unlocked it and showed me a picture angled through my bedroom window. I was getting ready for bed in them. He scrolled and showed me another photo. my eyes grew wider.... no... this one I was naked except for a pair of panties that showed more of my ass than I would like anyone to see. The next photo was of me with a T-Shirt that went down to my thighs in the same panties.
He scrolled and the next two were of me laying down on my bed. On my stomach with my laptop and my t-shirt wasn't covering my ass. He reminded me so much of my dad that it scared me even more. He had the same malicious glint in his eyes that my dad used to have. Why did my family have to attract all the crazy people? "You touch my brother and I will make sure everyone knows what an ass you really are. you share my photos and I'll press charges. better yet give me that phone I'm deleting them." I said icily. I tried grabbing the phone but he raised it just out of reach above my head.
I stomped on his foot and when his hand came down to catch his balance I went for the phone. His hand came up out of nowhere and I stumbled to the ground from the sheer force of the blow. I put my hand to my cheek, flinching at the hot stinging sensation.
Anger as hot as hells fire coursed through me. I wasn't about to lie down and let him or anyone else for that matter scare me or blackmail me. I lunged for the phone again and this time kneed him in the balls. He dropped to the floor with a groan clutching his crotch. I scooped up the phone, making a beeline for the classroom door only for me to trip when francis grabbed my ankle.
My mind flashed back to a day when my dad tried to hit me for breaking a glass cup, my mom had gotten in the way. I looked up at francis and I couldn't help it. Fear flashed through my eyes for a brief moment. I tried to scoot away from him. I kicked him hitting his shoulder with my foot hard. I scrambled away and tried opening his phone again but it had locked in the time since he showed the pictures. He saw it and laughed darkly. I noticed he was standing up so I turned and ran for the door again but he was faster than me. He grabbed my hair and yanked me backward.
"you need to stop Bella, you won't win. I'll pick you up on Saturday for our date, and wear something nice. I don't want anyone thinking my girl is a slob." He said looking at my outfit. I was wearing black sweats and a Th*r Av**gers top from a H*tt*pic. I had makeup on and my flaming red hair fell in pretty waves of curls around my face and back. My outfit was nowhere near sloppy. And Th*r was fucking awesome.
"I'm not your Fucking girl! Get it through your head Francis. I never will be. You're an egotistical jock and a controlling Git. I don't see why anyone would want to date you. I thought you were a sweet guy but your nothing but a fake. Bloody hell! I said no and I mean it!" It came out in a jumbled rush as I elbowed him in the ribs, grabbed my stuff, and shoved the phone in my pocket as I ran out the door. I never thought Francis could have been like this. I wished someone would appear and quick.
I couldn't fight him forever and I was tiring fast. Why isn't anyone coming to this classroom? Then I remembered that the teachers had informed the students in an email to parents earlier that week of a mandatory rally would happen today. Everyone would be in the auditorium at the end of the day. I was stuck without help.
As I thought of this I could hear the distinct sound of the music starting, marking the start of the dance teams performance. No one was coming to my rescue. francis followed me out the door. he reached me and shoved me into the lockers. I glared at him as he put both hands against the lockers on either side of my head. I should've known he was the reason behind that weird feelings I was having all day. Although then again how could I have known he was so good at hiding who he really was.