She didn’t even know if she had a right to be upset since she hadn’t seen Nero respond to them. Yeah, but he didn’t try to stop them, either. She couldn’t stop picturing them pressing their boobs into his arm. I have a fucking right to be upset.
Nero had tried a few times to gain her attention by flirting with her throughout the class period. However, Elle never gave in and kept her attention on her writing. When the final school bell rang, Elle leisurely put her papers back into her bag.
Nero didn’t talk until the classroom had cleared out. “Is there a problem?”
“Nope.” Elle sat there, playing with the zipper on her satchel. She knew better than to get up this time.
Nero had practically burned a hole in her face. “You sure about that?”
“Yep.”
Elle and Nero sat there in silence. She had nothing to say to him. She thought it was a joke to have believed Nero could be satisfied with one woman.
He used to go through three a day. Elle sadly wished she was exaggerating.
‘I don’t want to see you ever touch another guy again.’ When Nero had spoken those words to her earlier, she had believed it as Nero taking them being together seriously. She hadn’t realized he didn’t think the touching thing was a two-way street.
Elle stood and went to the door when Amo and Chloe reached the classroom. “Is Lana picking you up?”
“Yeah, she’s out front waiting for me,” Chloe said, trying to smile.
Elle knew Lana wouldn’t be able to take her home, but it never hurt to ask. Elle gave Chloe a reassuring smile and then started walking for the doors. She didn’t even wait for Amo to start walking out in front; she wanted to get out of there and away from Nero as soon as possible.
She walked out the doors by herself with everyone else a ways behind her. She waited in the student pick-up area to watch Chloe get into Lana’s car. A minute later, Chloe had caught up to her, and whispered “bye” as she headed for the car. Elle knew that Chloe noticed she was upset at something, yet Elle made sure to smile at her to let her know she wasn’t upset with her. She would text her later to make sure she understood. Elle wasn’t even upset at Nero or the bimbos; she was upset at herself for thinking she and Nero might work.
After Elle watched Chloe close the door, she started walking toward the next bus stop.
Nero yelled, “Where are you going?” He and the guys were waiting about ten feet away from her while she had watched Chloe get in the car.
Elle kept walking.
Nero shouted again, “Elle?”
She kept walking.
Then Elle felt Nero snatch her arm. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
She tried to jerk her arm away, but like it usually was when he had a hold of her, it was useless. I am sick and tired of this shit!
“Let me go! I’m going to ride the bus!”
“No, you’re not, Elle. You’re riding with me.” Nero pulled her in the opposite direction.
Elle did not appreciate him telling her what to do anymore. He doesn’t tell me what to do and who I can’t touch.
“No, I’m fucking not!” Elle hit Nero’s arm as hard as she could and jerked her arm away. She wasn’t stupid, though. As soon as her arm was free, she started running.
Elle hoped she had the element of surprise on her side as she ran as fast as she could. She didn’t look back to see if Nero was coming after her. I’m not that dumb, either. Unfortunately, though, Elle was that dumb to think she could outrun Nero.
Nero grabbed Elle from behind, and Elle started hitting and kicking him to let her go.
Nero’s voice sounded cold. “Elle, stop it now.”
She didn’t care how scary he sounded; she wasn’t going to stop. The emotion of seeing the girls rub all over Nero had driven her body crazy.
Nero swung her body around to face him and held her arms tightly to keep her still. He kept his same, icy composure when he said, “Now, tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”
“Fuck you!”
Chapter Twenty-One
The Two Sides of Elle
When the words came out, Elle saw Nero’s eyes snap. He swiftly bent over and threw her over his shoulder before spinning around and walking toward the student parking lot.
Being higher up in the air, she realized she hadn’t gotten very far before Nero had caught her.
“Let me down!” Elle tried hitting at his back and attempting to kick her feet, but she really didn’t want to fall face-first on concrete.
Nero, without a word, spanked her ass every time she hit at his back. What the hell? He can’t do that.
She smacked his back with each word. “Let. Me. Go.”
Slap, slap, slap.
Elle looked around the school grounds. “Does no one care? He is forcing me to his car!” Elle watched. No one frankly gave a shit what was going on, though.
Nero mocked her, “They all look the other way, remember?”
Sadly, Elle had been telling the truth; they couldn’t have cared less about her.
When Nero had finally passed Amo and Vincent, laughing hysterically, they started walking behind them. She had to look at their faces as they were practically in tears.
“Vincent, are you going to let him do this to me?”
Vincent responded too quickly for her liking. “Yes, I am.”
“I would ask the beast, but I already know his answer.” Elle started to become furious at them all. No one was going to come to her rescue.
As a result, Elle would try another tactic. “Please, let me down.”
“I will if you tell me what your problem is.”
Elle really didn’t want Nero packing her the rest of the way, and at least this way, when she told him, Nero couldn’t see her face and how upset she was.
Elle took a deep breath in. “I saw the blonde bimbos rubbing their boobs all over you, Nero. And they practically went into heat. No, actually, I take that back; they were in heat.”