Courtney Vanderbilt.

It's been four dreading periods since I kicked Duncan in his prized jewels. And I've been getting vicious glares from his tainted, hourly screws all day.

I finally stick up for myself in this preppy school and I get bashed for it. If it wasn't for my pre-admission into Harvard, I would have done these years ago.

They didn't dare have the permission to bully me and call me names. I didn't resemble a pig, or a boor. My resemblance to my AWOL mother was growing quite annoying. Why could I look like my father? Dark blonde hair, tall built, light vanilla skin with freckles assessing over his cheeks. His emerald eyes with speck of gold in it were originally beautiful.

Have me wishing I had them.

I should at least be blessed with his looks since he actually cared to take care of me. My mother is a coward. Why leave the minute they put the baby in my father's hand. Was it too much to ask for? Did she not want me? At least stay for my father, instead of falling off the face of the earth. Who did that to their child?

Abandoning me, was I not good— "What the hell—" As I was getting ready to leave the empty class room, someone, a very strong hand, pulled me back, causing my body to slam against the wall. My eyes looked up into those mesmerizing teal eyes that belonged to one asshole with bruised balls. One I couldn't stand.

"How much do you love your father, Princess?" My eyes grew into slits as the mention of my father rolled of his tongue.

I love my father with every single fiber, blood cell, bone and organ in my body; He was the only one that stayed with me when my mother wouldn't. Even if he wasn't good at the motherly role, he played it with flying colors. My father, Bradley Shane Vanderbilt, was the best man I'd ever known.

"How much any child will love their father. What more do you want, Duncan." I spat out his name with tedious venom, which only made the smirk on his face turn into a full blown, demented grin. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he pulled out a folded paper from his back pocket.

"Bradley Vanderbilt, Mechanic at Marshfield's Car and Shine. His job is already slipping off the radar with unexplained absences; I could always just make him loose it all together. Since he does work at my father's company, of course." My eyes almost bulged out of its sockets as I watch Duncan laugh bitterly before handing me over a big postal board with a miniature brief-case.

"I'm letting that little denying rant that occurred earlier slip by. You're lucky, Porky, that my girls didn't maul you yet. Probably waiting till gym to do it during dodge ball, who knows?" He shrugged before slipping off the desk he was leaning on, going towards me in a sly manor. My body didn't respond to his touch as he slipped his finger up along my chin. Forcefully, he made my light amber eyes connect with his teal ones. Threatening me, I didn't mind.

But my father has done nothing wrongs. The bills were piling up by the week, I can't have him losing his job because on spoiled delinquent couldn't finish his history project. It would be selfish.

"Make it at B plus worthy babe. I want it before ninth period alright?" With his cold, calloused fingers, he pushed a strand of my caramel hair away from my face before giving me a glimpse of his demonic smirk."Later, Porky." With a final wink, he slipped out of the classroom, leaving me to finally exhale that breath that was stuck in my throat the entire time.

And for the first time in eight years of being in that school, I cried.

"Why me?"

I was placing the finishing report upon the project, making the postal board look quite ancient and Greek-like. With the pictures of Greek prophecies regarding Aries, the God of War. He had some similarities to Duncan himself so why not do it on him.

Why would he do so much as threaten my father? He could have cut my hair, or jeopardize my campaign as class president or so, but not my father. Duncan was such an annoying prude. He's insensitive and rude.

How could almost all of the female population in our school actually enjoy that jerk?

"Done!" I said quite satisfied as I admired the board from a far. Looking over each and every detail of the project, I sighed in content before closing it quickly, rushing out of the library. I didn't know where I was going to place the project. Didn't want to risk going into the lunchroom. Neither did I want to check any random janitor closets.

"Heather, look, you're hot and all, but I don't do the same girl more than once in a day." Turning one of the corners, I managed to catch the delinquent in his normal act of rejection. Heather McKenzie looked quite fired that Duncan couldn't give her what she wanted. And for some crazy reason— hence the sarcasm, my appearance just made everything a bit worst.

As Heather was storming off, she threw her cup of vitamin water, that's what it tasted like, in my face. The normal fat comments leaving her mouth as she modeled off in her too-high wedges.

I bit my lip to stop me from crying, etching the board away from my soaked upper body. Duncan just stood there, looking at me with a strange glint in his eyes I couldn't muster, due to the liquid seeping through my eyelashes.

"I finished it. Report, pictures, designs and everything included to make it presentable. It'll be worth at least an A minus." My eyes were engaging in the invisible distraction along my fingernails. I didn't dare want to look up into those monstrous, yet completely inviting teal eyes, or I'd break down into tears.

Crying, it was making me weaker each day. Every day, I would eat every single comment, every single insult towards my level in academics, the level of social class I am in, my weight. I would take it in and it'll make me a stronger person. As a lawyer, I'm supposed to look my enemies in the face and laugh. They weren't achieving as much as I was.

"Courtney, I—" Duncan began to make his way towards me; at least that's what I managed to seek by his feet. I placed the project against the locker, backing up. "Its fine Duncan, I'm used to it by now."

I quickly turned around and darted towards the end of the hallway, not bothering turn back. My face was growing sticky, and the hot tears running down my face didn't help either.

Duncan Marshfield

I felt bad. The feisty nerd I saw this morning was gone completely. I guess me threatening her father's job wasn't such a settled way to approach the deal. Courtney grew completely vulnerable when I mentioned her father. She became quiet, and the color to her light, caramel skin lessened.

My project wasn't that important to me so much that I had to go to those extent measures, but I wanted her to fear me. I wanted to see her cry, to see her grovel on her knees and beg for my forgiveness towards her actions this morning.

Although I was surprised she actually stood up for herself. Usually she would just ignore what people say towards her, or just automatically do what they ask. I knew since fifth grade, she wasn't the one who would get pushed around. She was dominant, and smart, yet really quiet.

Yes, I actually pay attention to the people around me, hell how could I not pay attention to her? She was smoking hot.

Courtney was way different from the girls in this school. In looks and academics. Her skin wasn't falsely tanned or bleached to make her look lighter. She wasn't overweight at all, nor was she model skinny like Heather and her posse. Hell no, she was curvy. Voluptuous breast, thin waist, with wide hips and ass only goddesses can provide. Her vibrant amber eyes always shined with confidence, along with a challenging glint. The fierceness in her step was hot. But the innocence in her smile was also cute. I won't deny she wasn't beautiful with the small freckles along her nose when she would grimace.

And her long, chestnut hair. God, I'd do anything to run my fingers in it.

Watching her run away made my little friend down below wake up, and I wasn't nowhere near a shower. Damned Heather got all uptight and threw the drink on her. It was a sight to see her dripping wet, but the innocent look on her face and the tears in her eyes weren't.

I didn't even care to put an end to it. I have control over everyone in this school. All I could say was a simple demand and they'd stop. But that would make my liking for her a bit to obvious.

I was the bad boy; the bad boy didn't have feelings.

Well, this one does.