DRAKE'S POV
Hearing Heather's voice was like a soothing sound to my ear and I couldn't believe it would still be like before even though we didn't quite get along while I was still Jake. I heaved in a sigh of relief my mind drifting back to the time when it all began
FOUR YEARS AGO (HIGH SCHOOL)
Micheal Jenkins,Evans and myself as always made our way through the hallways of Aston high school our cliche walk and handsomeness were out worldly and no one could resist the temptation of turning their heads at us when we came through well we could say all of them except Heather. She had that good girl vibes and uncanny beauty that could turn heads and it wasn't a surprise everyone was jealous of her but no one dares to admit it because she was chubby.
I've always loved her from the moment she stepped her foot in her school since the seventh grade and I couldn't resist making out without her appearing in my mind fogging out every single sanity I had left but as a king I had a reputation to build and being seen with a poor and chubby girl like her could only ruin it further. I had chosen belle to be my girlfriend only out of pretending and showing off but the one who had my heart was Heather I had no idea if she saw me the same way I saw her. It grew some much worse that I had dealt with any boy who came to date her and I asked them to come up with several excuses not to date her. The plan was going well and her overly protective cousins were trying to shield her from everyone in the so called name of protecting her but they were only deluding themselves for what I jake Lancaster had my eyes on was what I always get.
I had arranged for two girls from the neighbouring school to be with her siblings finally luring them to their school and when I succeeded Heather was finally exposed to the school. My bad side began showing up I wanted to possess her, lock her up, make her cry and smile at the same time but Heather wasn't giving me any attention and I proved I wasn't going to be ignored easily. I bullied her and it worked I got the attention I wanted but all my actions I could only justify it on the OCD symptoms as diagnosed by the family psychiatrist and I had been asked to go for rehabilitation but no one tells me what to do because I make and break the rules.
One day while Heather was at the cafeteria I was thrilled to meet her. I hurried to her desk finally seated on an empty seat next to her table watching her intently while she ate. The strings of spaghetti painted her lips with the cooking oil and spices. She gulped down the food forcefully almost choking but still manages to calm down.
She looks at me her gaze sharp and annoyed. "What are you doing here Jake there's a seat everywhere what are you doing here or have you come to bully me? She asked anxiously her hands trembling and fearful.
I smirked staring at the bowl of spaghetti and giant mussels in them a mischievous idea in my mind. "I came to watch you eat but since you're eager to get bullied I'd grant your wish. I said grabbing the dish emptying it's content on her hair. The entire cafeteria erupts with gasps and cheer. "Go back to Africa dummy it's the UK and blacks aren't accepted.
She looks at me tears streaming down her cheek as she wraps her arm around herself while the spaghetti dropped from her head and shoulders. "You're a meanie Jake. You're nothing but a good for nothing bully and I won't forgive you for as long as I live. She said in a teary voice while the onlookers booed at her and she turns facing them unafraid. "And to all of you who has ever bullied me mark my words you're not going to have it easy either he'll still bully you and get away with it.
The laughter of everyone present echoed reminding her of her status in this school and I stood watching as her green eyes were filled with tears and her voice tore out in torrential sobs. They began throwing their lunch on her and in no time she was a walking trash but I wasn't done teasing her.
I walked in deliberate slowness closing the distance between us I grabbed her chin. "Heather don't never think I'll need your forgiveness because you're not worth carrying my shoes because a fat pig like you deserve to be my plaything. I said pressing her chin tightly. "Know your place in this school!
Heather looked at me her gaze filled with contempt and venom. She grabbed me by the collar her grip tightened shocking me. "You're a sick psychopath and I'll never be your plaything or even spare a monster like you so much of a glance. She sobbed her botton nose red from crying. "Go fucking get yourself treated!
I felt so exposed when she said that. It was like she could see through me I knew if words get out I was done for so I pushed her away before grabbing her by the neck. "Don't you ever say that to me again I'm not sick unlike you I'm healthy and kicking but you're just a delusional. I spat slamming my fist on the wall shocking her. I turned away to leave but Bella walked in her face conceded and laced with anger.
Bella gave her a thunderous slap her face was plastered with five digits an evidence of she being hit. "Who gave you the audacity to hit my man?! She asked her voice booked across the cafeteria.
Heather stood there just watching her speechless and a part of me ache for she was silent and I felt something dangerous stirring up inside me. I hastened my pace grabbing Bella by her wrist tight enough to leave a mark. "No one is allowed to hit her except me and there's no exception for you Bella. I said my voice deadpan and dangerous.
I watched Heather run out of the room strands of spaghetti dripping along her footpath.