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

He didn't even kill me.

I jogged on the treadmill, staring out at the painted mural on the wall in front of me. Landon and Rick were beside me, jogging a little slower than me. The group of girls that had giggled over Landon were whispering and glaring at me, making me uncomfortable. I shook my hair and gave them a smirk, and they looked away.

I heard Landon chuckle at me and turned to meet his eyes. Of course I was still mad. Of course I still wanted to choke him and put him six feet under. But I had to atleast give him the satisfaction of knowing I wasn't going to attack him. 

"What?" I snapped playfully. "Why don't you go tell your fangirls to stop looking at me? Am I that hot?"

Landon looked me up and down, stopping at my legs before roaming upwards. I managed to not to the same to him. His eyes were filled with lust and danger, and I turned my head away.

"You're hot enough."

"I wish I had blond hair." I mumbled.

Landon glanced at me sharply. "What?"

The sudden change of his mood made my cringe. "Oh, uh, nothing."

I slowed down the speed of the treadmill and stopped it. Landon looked at me with one eyebrow raised, still jogging naturally on the machine. I headed towards the bathrooms and rushed inside. Thankfully the stalls were empty. I looked at myself in the mirror and smoothed my hair back. I was so involved in fixing it that when the door opened I jumped atleast two feet.

It was Landon.

His huge, masculine body stood in the doorway, his mouth in a firm line. He had a shirt on, thank God.

"What are you doing?" I asked, resting my hands by my sides. He closed the door behind him and locked it.

I smirked. "Getting away from those girls?" 

No reply. 

"Landon, what the hell?" I said. He started walking towards me, and I backed away until I was against the wall. He didn't say anything but grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. He was so close, I could feel the heat of this body.

Fuck. Was I falling for this guy?

"I like you with black hair." He whispered in my ear, putting a hand on my thigh. "I think all the guys do too." Then his lips were on mine. The kiss was fierce and controlling. I didn't respond for a few seconds before leaning my head forward and deepening the kiss. His hand grazed the edge of the shorts before he slipped it under. I gasped and he took the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth.

He let go of my arms, and I hesitantly wrapped them around his neck. He leaned down to kiss my neck and found my weak spot, making me moan. 

What the hell am I doing? I thought to myself. This was the same guy who nearly got me killed two days ago. I moaned again as Landon's hands slid under my tank top. Shit. If Landon touched my stomach, he would feel all the bruises and never speak to me again. I pushed his hands out of my shirt and leaned back, and the warmth of his body was replaced with the chilly air of the bathroom.

"I - I, Landon -"

He growled and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me onto the sink counter. He stepped between my legs and put his hands on my thighs. 

"I don't want you dating anyone, you hear me? You're mine, mine." He stepped back and rubbed a hand through his hair. "Fuck, Ali. I don't know what I'm doing."

"You don't." I whispered. "You can't kiss me, Landon. You can't touch me or date me or do anything with me. I'm not your type and you know that." I slid off the counter.

"You need to stick with your group of friends, alright? I'm not worth anything." I looked at myself in the mirror, not daring to meet his blue eyes. "Can we go now?"

Landon nodded, staring at the wall. I stepped out of the bathroom and ran off towards the front door of the gym, ignoring the ugly looks I was getting from the pink-obsessed girls.

I jumped into the passenger seat of Landon's car and waited for him to come out. He eventually did, climbing into the drivers seat without saying a word to me. His blue eyes were focused on the road. I looked at his hands which gripped the steering wheel tightly. I touched his arm and his fingers loosened up, but he still didn't look my way and I let go of my touch.

We pulled into the school parking lot. It was still lunchtime, so there were no students hanging out in the front. Landon started walking into the school but I headed towards my motorbike. He stopped and stared at me quizically.

"I can't be seen with you." I said. The lie came out of my mouth so fast. I didn't care what other people thought of me. But James was something else. If any more photos of me and Landon together leaked, he would surely kill me and then Golden Boy.

"Okay then." Landon shrugged and walked inside, planting a smirk on his face. I saw through the window as he was greeted by Kathlyn, who pressed her lips to his. I resisted the urge to gag and slung my long legs over my motorbike. I needed to dance.

 I downed the rest of my beer and tossed it into a trash can. I could see Kathlyn dancing nearby with a blond-haired guy and Daniel having a drinking contest with Lola.

I had agreed to meet Rick at his party tonight, but he was nowhere to be seen. Probably hooking up with some chick in the backyard. I needed to do the same, but I couldn't find any girl tonight.

I shrugged and walked towards the dance floor, hoping to find a girl to dance with. I spotted a brown-haired chick who was pretty hot, just not as hot as Ali.

Fuck. Why couldn't I get that girl out of my mind?

I started grinding against the girl, placing my hands on her hips. I spotted a familiar flash of black hair and watch as Ali danced with her friends. She was wearing a white top and booty shorts that hugged her in all the right places, and my eyes couldn't stop roaming down down her body. I started to go hard and let go of the girl so she didn't get the wrong impression. 

I settled down next to Daniel, who had a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He hadn't finished the whole thing and I took a sip, letting the burn slide down my throat. Lola grabbed it from me and downed the whole thing. 

I heard some chanting: "Chug! Chug! Chug!" and turned around to see Ali drinking a huge bottle of tequila. I watched as she chugged down the whole thing without stopping. When she finished it she slammed the bottle on the table and pumped her fist in the air. I stared in awe as she was congratulated by the chanting group, many of which were guys checking her out. 

I swallowed the anger I was feeling and stepped off the stool I was sitting on. I was about to walk over to her when I spotted Jackson Merrfield walking towards her. Shit.

Jackson was on the football team, but we weren't friends at all. In fact, we hated each other. I'd caught him in bed with my first girlfriend, and it was his fault that I'd turned into a shitty player. Jackson was known for having wild sex with girls and then dumping them. It was rumored that he'd roofied a girl once just for the fun of it.

He walked over to Ali and placed his hands on her hips. Even in her drunk state, she stiffened up and turned to face him. She shook her head and said something that I couldn't hear before trying to get out of his grasp. Jackson didn't let her go, instead leading her to the backyard door. She stumbled after him and I found myself following them. Daniel and Lola noticed my distress and followed.

I stepped onto the deck quietly. I could hear some mumbling and then the sound of a punch. Even in the darkness, I could see two shadows against the fence. 

Jackson's voice erupted from the silence. "What the fuck was that for? You're a bitch!" I heard a pound and then a moan. Ali.

I started walking over to where Jackson was leaning against Ali. I nearly choked at what I saw. He was holding her by her throat and touching her there.

"You know, this wouldn't be so hard if you would just fuck me." Jackson whispered. He pulled her forward and slammed her against the fence so hard I thought her head would break. She let out a scream before slumping to the ground.

My vision turned red and I yelled, "Let go of her!" Jackson turned around, surprised, still holding onto Alison. "I SAID LET GO OF HER!"

Jackson smirked and touched Ali in that spot again, and I lost total control. I tackled him to the ground and started punching the shit out of him. Daniel ran over to Ali, who looked unconcious. I angrily shoved my fist into Jackson's face, pressing my knee into his stomach. He began to cough up blood, but I could care less. How dare he touch my girl like that. That son of bitch deserved to die.

Jackson pushed me off of him and I landed on the ground. He sent a punch to my face but I stopped his fist before it could hit me. He managed to knee me in the gut and punch me in the jaw once before I was on top of him again. 

A crowd had gathered onto the deck, watching with terrified expressions as I fought against Jackson. I was about to send an angry punch to Jackson's battered face when Rick's hand stopped me and pulled me away. Jackson moaned and put a hand to his cheek, rolling over.

I spat on the ground, ignoring the throbbing pain in my right cheek. I ran over to Ali and smoothed her hair back, looking at her pale face. She mumbled something I couldn't understand and I picked her up bridal-style, ignoring the whispers coming from the crowd. Daniel spat out, "Move!" and the crowd parted into two, letting us pass.

I turned my head to see Rick standing over Jackson, one foot on that dumbass's chest. I nodded at him and walked into the house, still carrying Ali in my arms. Her hair was falling in her face, but I could tell her eyes were closed. It shocked me I had never seen her so vunerable.

I set her in the passenger seat of my Porcshe. She slumped over, drunk. She wasn't totally unconcious, but it didn't seem like she was in her right state of mind eitheir. I ran over to the driver's side and jumped