Bad Girl Broken by Jena Yao (good books to read TXT) 📕

behind the counter pulled out a water bottle and Alison chugged it all down at once. She said something to the woman, who nodded before leaving to the back of the store. Ali grabbed her jeans and jacket and left to change, coming back a few minutes later with the shorts. She placed them on the counter and walked out. Her hair was blowing in the wind. She barely noticed my car next to her motorcycle before she drove off.

 

 

 

I stepped into the locker hallway with my football team and immediatly spotted a scrawny nerd who was opening his locker. I nudged Daniel and pointed to the nerd, and he said, "Best way to start the morning, man."

He ran towards the kid and shoved him against the lockers. The geek yelped out as he slumped to the ground, holding his stomach in pain. A twang of guilt hit me for a second before I was kicking him. A bunch of boys had crowded around us now, watching with a smirk on their faces as the nerd started bleeding in his stomach - wait, what? Where was the blood coming from?

"Hey!" An angry shout startled us all. "What the fuck are you doing?"

I turned around to see Ali, wearing a loose white T-shirt and denim shorts, pushing past the group of boys and girls that had gathered. She looked so hot, her hair falling down her shoulders, her long legs out for everyone to see - "Move out of my fucking way!"

Her angry yell took me out of my thoughts. She pushed me to the side - wow! She was stronger than she looked! - and moved into the circle around the kid. Her face went from angry to symphatetic to horrified at the blood that was dripping out of his wound. She kneeled down beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

The nerd shook his head, and Ali raised his shirt, not caring that almost the whole school was watching. In the middle of his skinny, pale stomach was a cut that looked pretty deep and I cringed.

"Shit." She mumbled. She looked around and her green eyes locked on mine. They narrowed, anger flooding them again.

Turning away, she slid off her shirt. Thank god she was wearing a tank top or I wouldn't have been able to contain myself.

"Take this." She handed the shirt to the boy. "Keep it on the cut and try not to move." She helped him up and put one of his arms around his neck. A girl I didn't recognize rushed over and grabbed the geek's other arm and helped him limp towards the nurses office.

I watched as Ali turned around, walked towards me, and stood in front of me. I towered over her, but she had no problem with that when she slapped me across the face. The girls who were watching around us gasped, and Ali smirked.

I reached up to touch my cheek in stunned silence as I watched her go.

Chapter 3- Ali

What the hell had I just done?

I'd just slapped the school's golden boy across the face, that's what. How freaking stupid was I? Now the girls would never stop giving me death stares and the whole football team was after me.

But he deserved it. Who the hell did he think he was, nearly beating that poor kid to death? The anger of seeing the cut on his stomach caused by the locker's sharp metal made me want to kill Landon. He wasn't any better than James.

I walked into fifth period History and sat down, already feeling the glares shooting my way. It was only my second day of school and I was already hated. But, let's face it, when you're used as a punching bag, of course you're going to be a bitch.

Landon walked in, and his blue eyes flickered to mine and stared deeply into mine. Shit. I'd completely forgotten he was in this class.

Every girl sighed and he smirked, breaking eye contact before sitting down in the seat beside Daniel Lohan, or whatever his name was. I shifted in my seat, trying to pay attention to Mrs. Callion, who was going on and on about some war. I could feel eyes burning in the back of my head, making me super uncomfortable. It wasn't even 10 minutes into class and I already wanted to leave.

The chair next to mine scraped on the floor. I turned to see a gorgeous blonde boy sitting next to me, his eyes focused on mine. He looked me up and down before smiling and I scoffed.

"Don't even think about it," I warned sharply.

"Wasn't thinking anything." He said back.

I turned back around to the front, trying to pay attention to the class. It was even harder with two sets of eyes burning into my back, both just as bad. I couldn't have been more happier when the bell rang.

 

 

 

I was walking towards the school parking lot when I heard, "Hey, wait up!"

I spun around, almost crashing into the huge body that belonged to one person and one person only. Landon looked down at me, his eyes dark and angry.

"Explain to me why you slapped me earlier?" He said.

I turned on my heel. He grabbed my wrist and I winced. The foundation and concealer I had put on their was already starting to rub off. His hold stayed strong as he looked down at me with fierce eyes. 

"No. Answer my question."

"What did you expect?" I snapped. "That kid was being beaten to death. At least I can stand up to people."

"At least I'm not a bitch."

"Shut up!" I yelled. I looked at the time on a nearby clock. Fuck. If I didn't get home before 4:00, James would not be happy.

"Let go of me," I whispered. "I need to go."

"I know you dance."

A gasp escaped my lips. "What?"

He smiled smugly and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "You heard what I said."

I raked a hand through my black hair. "Listen, Mr. Goodward, if you want to mess with me, go ahead. Beat me up, you dumb piece of shit. But if you want to mess with my life, I'll make sure to do the same to you." He looked surprised as the threat I had just given, but his face composed naturally a second later.

He slammed me against the lockers, and I whimpered in pain when my back hit the metal. Landon was so close - too close. His hot breath whispered in my ear, "You're a piece of work, you know that?"

"You're acting like you've never met a girl who acts like this."

"I haven't."

I angrily shoved him back, and he stumbled. "That's probably because every girl you ever meet always bows down to give you a blowjob. Now, if you would just mind, leave me alone."

I headed out into the parking lot. I could hear heavy footsteps behind me but I didn't dare turn around to meet those blue eyes. Slingling one leg over my sports baby, I shrugged on my helmet and drove away.

 

 

 

I opened the front door to my house and was immediatatly charged by James, who looked down at me with angry eyes.

"Where have you been?" He snapped, grabbing my arm. "Were you out with a boy?"

"No." I glared at him.

"Good, because you're all mine tonight." He pushed the door closed and shoved me against the wall. Grabbing two bottles of beer, he flicked the tops off and shoved it in my face. "Drink it."

Knowing better than to disobey him, I chugged down the alcohol, letting it slide down my throat. James smirked.

"Ray, get down here!" He yelled. He put the other bottle in my hand, and another man came down the stairs with a greedy look on his face.

"Damn, James, you get to do this every night?" He kneeled down next to me. "Look at that body." He put a hand on my thigh and moved it upwards. I shoved it off.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Ray asked.

"Fuck you," I answered. I didn't dare drink the second bottle, because if I did, I would probably pass out and they would do even worse things to me.

James kicked me in the stomach, and yelled, "Don't talk to him like that, bitch!" He stood up and walked into the living room, leaving me and Ray alone. I raised the bottle of beer and pretended to be drunk.

"Cheers!" I yelled, and as Ray raised his hand, I smashed the beer bottle on his head and made my escape, dashing towards the stairs. James came out of the room with an angry look on his face and saw me running up to my bedroom. I could hear his footsteps right behind me, and I flung myself into my bedroom and tried to shove the door closed. James managed to push it open, storming into my room. He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed.

"You're going to pay for what you did," He said, punching me in the face. I groaned and he started undoing his belt, ripping off my tank top in the process. James put his hands on my waist to keep me from struggling, and suddenly Ray was in the room, pulling down my shorts and panties.

"Damn, I would fuck that hard." I heard one of them whisper, but I couldn't tell who. I was so weak all of a sudden, no longer the bitch I was at school.

James finally pulled down his jeans, revealing his manhood. I looked away, closing my eyes, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming.

It only took one hit before I passed out, falling into the darkness.

Chapter 4- Landon

 I was waiting for her to drive into the parking lot, riding on that bad-ass motorcycle. Daniel was talking about some girl he had been able to fuck last night, and Kathlyn was flirting with Rick, my second best friend, but I wasn't paying any attention to them. I was just waiting for Ali.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I saw the black vintage bike zipping through the parking lot. I don't know why I was so happy to see her, but I straightened up as soon as I saw her climb off and take off her black helmet.

Her black hair covered her the right side of her face as she walked towards us. I tried to turn my attention back to Daniel, who was still saying something, but he suddenly shut up. His eyes darted to Ali's face and then to me.

"Dude, look." He whispered, nudging me.

Some of Alison's hair had fallen out of her eyes,