Bad Boy Isn’t My Type

* Day 3……*

It’s the third day now and there was still no sign of him . I couldn’t control the constant fear following me. I waited at the corridor of Hayden’s section.

After the time was up many students started coming out of the room. I reached his friends griping my bag in my hand.

” Where’s Hayden? Why isn’t he coming? Please I beg you…… please say something!”

” It’s you again????” One of Hayden’s friend pushed me little and I stumbled.

” How many times should we tell you, trash like you shouldn’t be looking for him. You completely destroyed his life dragging him in your f***ing trashy life. Leave him alone!” Another guy said.

” We told him not to hang out with this f***ing b*tch but he didn’t listen to us! Now you see where he is!”

Where he is……?

” Where is he? In the hospital again?”

” No. Not in the hospital for f*** sake but we won’t tell you…… what if you mess up his life up! It’s all because of you, don’t you have shame what you made him go through! You are a f***ing omen here”

Another guy spoke ” Why aren’t you leaving him alone, what are you waiting for? Want to see his blood next?”

I winced and staggered by his words. A heavy weight settled in my stomach, breaking me into unimaginable pieces. Hayden friends passed through me cursing me.

In a moment of great anguish, I couldn’t stop thinking, mercilessly reminding me of Hayden. There was nothing left of him anymore.

Right now, my heart wanted to bleed out, I had to pull myself together but I couldn’t. My legs failed me and slid down to ground, tears threatening to fall. Then suddenly someone came into my field of vision.

Hayden’s one of his friends standing in front me, giving me a sad and pity look.

” Look…… Nobody in here or anywhere in this university is going to tell about it. You are just wasting time asking us…… because each and everyone are zipped here, afraid. Afraid that we will be the next target, the next Hayden.”

” If you are really that concerned why don’t you ask them directly who created all this problem? ”

Who created this problem……?

” Forget about Hayden. If not, you both going to suffer, what you’ve survived until now would be a child’s play”

Vincent Ainsworth. It was him the all time. He wanted this. He reveled in this. I couldn’t stand that now he had even more ammunition to attack me.

The longer I stayed here in this vicious loop of his, the more dangerous of a game we played.

I am so done with him, what does he think of himself! My rage grew stronger just thinking about it, which was exactly what I needed so I could face that maniac Vincent Ainsworth.

I hate him. He made me feel like I was so small-smaller than a grain-not able to speak for myself or defend myself when needed.

I always ran away, and the more I ran, the less I could escape, but now not anymore and I desired to leash every single hate on him .

I strode angrily towards the Vincent section now. He made my life miserable and I hate him. From far I could see Vincent standing in front of his locker.

I didn’t care of the consequences now, I had enough of him. I halted right in front of him, clenching my fist. He looked at me for a second but then he ignored me instantly continuing to do his work.

” Why isn’t Hayden coming to college? ”

Vincent brow creased ” Hayden? Who the f*** knows? Do I look like his nanny to you?”

” Don’t act dumb Vincent. What did you do to him? Why isn’t he coming to college or…… anywhere?”

Vincent faced me completely this time, his expression blank ” What the f*** are you on? I have no clue what you’re talking about. How am I to be blamed for him not coming to college or not been seen around? ”

I can’t believe this!!!!

“Stop f***ing around Vincent! You know it very well. You keep threatening me and messing with my life. How could you do that?”

Vincent chuckled this time, but his eyes went dead serious ” Wait, hold it right there…… did he dump you? Got bored of you that easily? Well, that’s faster than I expected it to be. ”

” He might be f***ing some other chick rather than a cheap girl like you…… somewhere who knows…?”

“You’re sick, psychopathic bastard!” I hissed at Vincent, his eyes snapped at me instantly, growing dark.

Within a fraction of second, Vincent slammed me onto his locker, hovering above me, dangerously close to me”What did you say?”

“You’re sick and twisted!” I shouted at him tears flowing rapidly from my eyes, his eyes widening in shock all of a sudden.

” You know he is not been seen in college for three days straight, not receiving my calls, his number coming invalid and you are just taking everything as a joke here! I don’t even know if he is dead or alive……”

Vincent staggered a little, and I stepped aside, pushing him, maintaining a distance.

” Why are doing this? Why are you destroying our lives? What did you do to him?” My voice broke, my tears flowing continuously.

He just stared at me, or rather through me, deep in his thoughts as I cried heavily ” Why are you playing with my life??”

” Hey look at me!” Vincent held my head and made me face him. ” As I said, I have no clue what you’re talking about. It beats me why you thought you could just come here and bitch about it.”

He was lying. “I don’t trust you.” He clenched his jaw. “As if how much I f***ing care. When I say I didn’t do it means I didn’t do it! Its up to you to take it or leave it!” He fired back at me.

Seconds passed as we just glared at each other, completely motionless, my body hyperaware of his nearness.

Vincent’s expression didn’t give me any answers, like always, so there was no way for me to know if he was lying.

” Hey Vincent! Coming? Class is about to start now?” Somebody shouted from behind.

Vincent stared at me, completely still, his eyes fixed onto my teary eyes. They were burning into me, devouring me, and getting through to the farthest corners of my soul.

” Vincent! You have already skipped so many classes of this subject, if you don’t come you will get detained! Come on now! “Aaron shouted striding towards him.

Vincent gave me one last look and turned back and started walking towards Aaron ” Can you stop yelling around, I can hear you!”

Vincent strode off with Aaron, leaving me here. He wasn’t even admitting it, refusing to take responsibility for his appalling deed, and I hated feeling so powerless.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I turned back wiping my tears and started running away abruptly. I didn’t look back as I ran.

If he was telling the truth, then this twisted situation had just become even more serious.

If this was someone else, hiding, playing mercilessly with my mind, who could hurt me in the most dreadful and unimaginable way……. Then terror rushed through my veins.

Blake Parker.

He was the one who was left with Hayden. When Blake was left with that attacker during the sports meet, that guy went missing never to be seen. Soon when Hayden was left with Blake, now Hayden went missing. It was him, Blake.

Blake had these nasty episodes from time to time when the anger would consume him, and each time he looked like he was going to fly off the handle and hurt everyone around him.

Now all I looked for was Blake, he was nowhere to be seen in the department. Vincent was attending institutional elective subject which didn’t match with Blake’s subject, no wonder I found Vincent alone.

I couldn’t search the whole Hunsberg university since it was very vast and I will die out of breath only.

One place flashed in my mind, and I predicted Blake to be there. The dense part of campus, where I once found him and Vincent fighting a guy, where I got hit on my head by sudden attack.

I sped up my running and reached towards that dense area. I drew a long, shaky breath and paused from a distance.

Shoot! My prediction came true, he was here. The most vicious and deadliest man of Hunsberg University, the incarnation of the devil…… Blake Parker.

He was squatting on a rock and was smoking a cigarette. Only he had guts to smoke in this university without any fear, because no body dared to question him, if they did they would be laid dead instantly.

Messing with him was like messing with a evil spirit. He had many dreadful history in Hunsberg University and everybody knew who Blake Parker was.

He exhaled the smoke skillfully, all the smoke twirling and clouding the air around him completely.

He completely gave me a ganster look, he was wearing a black polo shirt showing his arms corded with muscles and those tattoos on his arm gave him deadly, scary look. He was twirling a baseball bat in one hand and other smoking.

All my bravery flew away just by seeing him.