A VIRGIN FOR MY PUCKING FORBIDDEN OBSESSION

SABRINA’S POINT OF VIEW.

Six months to go….six months untill I escape this hell. I stood in front of the grand assembly hall, my heart pounding at the thought of setting foot in there. My friend told me one thing before he transferred out of here already.

The students of St Elysian Academy pride themselves on three things;

Wealth

Power……and the fact that no one in the female student body was a virgin…..well, no one besides me.

And that was enough to ruffle their feathers. From the moment I stepped foot in here as a transfer student barely two weeks ago, the first words spoken to me were;

“So….are you a virgin?”

I remember the utter shock coursing through my veins the second I heard that. And because I knew nothing much about this darned school, I blurted out for all to hear;

“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”

Those five words opened my Pandora’s box. In the fourteen days, I’ve gotten at least five guys asking me if I wanted to fuck each day! And each time, I’ve either refused them outright, told them to go screw themselves, or I’ve done my best to keep them from my mind.

My goal was clear from the day I watched my mother lose herself to cancer. My father never cared; he found his comfort and pleasure in the arms and beds of multiple women instead. My sister? She never visited our mother even once. I remember holding onto her limp, pale hands, crying with her because she was beyond heartbroken.

Her husband and daughter abandoned her without a second thought. Many times, I ran to dad, asking him to visit her even once because we knew one thing was clear; she wouldn’t survive the illness.

Even at the age of sixteen, I could see it as clear as day.

The night my mother took her last breath, I was at her side. I remember the heavy downpour, the sound of rain hitting the windows and shutters in the hospital, mixed with that of my phone ringing as I put a call through to dad.

The first call went through without an answer, as did the second and third….untill the fourth time, someone answered.

It was a woman.

After the funeral, the lawyer came over and dropped a bomb;

Mom had written her final will and testament; she left everything entirely to me. Placed in a trust for me to take control when I turn twenty-one, while Dad manages it in my stead.

I still see Hailey’s ugly tears when we got the news, and Dad’s angry face when he tried to force me to sign it all to him. Thankfully, Mom thought that through as well. She made it strictly illegal for him to coerce me into giving it all to him instead.

However, my father never relented. Since he couldn’t get the company, he chose another man to hurt me instead. At first, he and my sister decided to hurt me differently.

According to the will, my mother made sure I would get a monthly allowance for my upkeep. However, anytime the money arrived, Dad would snatch it for himself. He’d give it all to my sister, while he deflected me.

They placed me in the basement below the kitchen in the maids' quarters, took away all my clothes, and turned me into a servant in less than a day after my mother’s funeral. As if that wasn’t enough, six years ago, he sent me off to France to an all-girls boarding school. His reason?

‘So you don’t whore yourself to everybody you see….you are your mother’s daughter after all.’ I was fifteen at the time.

A month ago, he sent for me, claiming my sister needed someone to spend time with at school. She was his princess. While I worked my hands and feet raw at a diner, she got to spend all his money, put on the most expensive dresses and shoes….I had to rely on second-hand clothes from the nearby orphanage.

I was the heiress to my mother’s wealth; she was the second most wealthy woman in the country. Yet, the janitors in the college lived a better life than I did…

After he sent for me, my father dropped another bomb…. he's getting married soon, and I have to meet his future wife over a nice family dinner….we were anything but a nice family.

“Look, it’s the virgin girl…” I heard them mutter amongst themselves the second I walked in. They stared at me like I had sores all over my body; their eyes shone with a mix of disgust and amusement as I passed by.

I didn’t care….my goal was set in stone; graduate, hit the age of twenty-one so I can access the trust my mother and her father set for me, and never step foot in this country ever again.

I walked to one of the empty seats up front, my bag dragged along with me.

“Oh, sorry….seat’s taken.” One of my sister’s minions,

Ava smirked, kicking the chair to the side. My jaw ticked, but I swallowed a hiss before I walked to the other seat in front. However, the same thing happened. Only, the girl didn’t need to talk. She leaned into her boyfriend’s grip as he kissed a line on her neck. She placed her white shoes on the chair, then gave me a death glare.

She was the new girl before me, the last virgin they conquered.

In this school, when a girl is disvirgined, she’s tossed to the side while the rest of the guys search for another conquest. Only on rare occasions would they end up a couple….this was one and the only one of them.

I rolled my eyes so hard, I could see my brain before stepping to the side. My eyes landed on the five other empty seats in the front row. Instead of arguing with any of them, I walked there instead, then dropped onto the seat.

“Oh no, she didn’t!”

“Did she just sit THERE?”

“Oh…I can’t wait for this to blow up. Someone better start filming for the school blog.”

“Our virgin saint is in for it.”

Their voices went up the second I sat there, their phones already in the air, filming even as the dean stepped onto the podium. He tapped the microphone, his eyes searching into the crowd for a moment before he started;

“Students of St Elysian Academy, I welcome you to another academic year. We have measures put in place to ensure it’s the best year for all students and teachers alike.” No one bothered to listen to him…well, besides the scholarship students.

The rest of the student body either focused on typing away at the phones or filming me. I tried to ignore them; this was barely anything compared to the hell I had tons of issues with at home, and for the past six years in France.

“Now, we seem to have a new student join us.” The dean stared at me, a polite smile on his face as he beckoned me to step forward.

I wasn’t fooled by that smile; he was as much my father’s lapdog and my sister’s biggest glazer. Just as I was about to stand, the students went into an even deeper frenzy.

“Oh! He’s here!”

“They’re all here!”

The girls squealed excitedly, their phones moving from my face to the grand doors instead. For a second, nothing happened. Absolutely nothing.

It was all radio silence untill the principal called for me again, “Please step forward.”

However, before I could, the grand doors pushed open.

“Ahhh!!!!” The guys dressed in sports gear hooted loudly, while the girls either clapped, screamed, or squealed, or did all three when four guys stepped inside.

Dressed in their ivory uniforms, they looked like they walked straight out of a commercial or an experience photo shoot.

“Look at him! Look at Malachi Croft!” The girls roared when the guys moved further into the hall. They all walked towards me, three of the guys made eye contact with some girls, and it felt like they would faint because of it.

However, when I looked into the eyes of the one person I loathed more than life itself, nothing else mattered. My sister, Hailey, walked beside them. Her hand intertwined with that of the Malachi guy, she stared right at me, her red painted lips pulled in a wide smirk as her minions followed behind her.

The guys kept walking untill finally, they stopped in front of me. My gaze didn’t once shift from my sisters. My hands clenched into fists, the sight of my mother lying lifeless on the hospital bed flashed into my mind; her nonchalant attitude after I tried to call for her, the fact that she only cried when she learned that my mom had left nothing for her in the will. Whenever she shed so much as a lone tear even as mother’s casket lowered into the ground….father never even looked at me once that day…..he visited a pub instead.

“Ahh! Sister!” Hailey gasped, stepping aside the Malachi guy. She pulled me to her, then wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you so much!”

Their gasps rang out. “Sister? Is the virgin girl Hailey’s sister?”

“But Hailey is prettier than her….how come they're siblings?”

“Don’t you know? Hailey is blessed with amazing genes from her father, while the virgin girl’s mother is all bones and heap in the ground.” Their laughter rang out, no…their cackles.

My grip tightened further on my wrists until it burned. I could see the glint of joy in her eyes as she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ears. I gritted my teeth and pushed her off me.

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

“Hey! How dare you push Hailey?” One of the minions pushed my shoulder while the other guys walked past me to their seats. Well… two of them. One stared at me instead, a smirk on his lips when he said;

“So…you’re the new virgin girl?” His eyes looked over my body suggestively, they lingered at my breasts for a second too long before he added, “Would you like to take care of that….? All we need is twenty minutes, and I’ll have you screaming my name.”

“Go to hell, frog face.” I hissed, my glare turned to him. He gasps, eyes wide with shock. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Malachi had turned to stare at me.

“Did she just tell Knox to go to hell?”

“She even called him a frog face?” Everyone whispered, their glares even sharper.

In less than five minutes, I’d turned myself into enemy number one in front of the entire school. Malachi pushed his hands into his pockets, his gaze emotionless as he stepped close to me untill I inhaled his cologne, untill I could see the very faint freckles that lined his nose.

He looked like he’d walked out of a magazine, or his father was the Greek god of beauty.

“Malachi is staring at the new girl!!”

“What is he going to do?” My skin suddenly turned clammy, and sweat lined the back of my neck when he stared at me for too long. He doesn’t say anything, not even a squeak.

Just when I’m about to tell him to screw himself, too, he speaks, but it’s the last thing I expect him to say;

“You’re in my seat.”