I Said No, Again!
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“What did you say?” his eyes narrowed with hatred.
The entire time I have been at high school, Kayden has tried to get me to go out with him. Whenever he asked, my answer was NO, shooting him down in front of his friends. This time, it was to go with him to our senior prom, but there was no way I would let that spoiled, mean brat take me because his family was richer than God. I have heard other students say there are rumors that his dad is involved with the Mafia.
“I said no again, Kayden. How often you ask me to go with you to these dances or other events doesn't matter. My answer will always be no,” crossing my arms over my chest.
His long finger comes up, grabbing the small loop that runs across the right arm strap of my backpack. It loops through the small fabric, pulling me towards him so quickly that it throws me into his left arm as it snakes around my waist.
His head dips down to mine since he towers over me by four inches. His breath ghosts across my face, making my nose wrinkle; I do not want him to be this close to me. “I don’t think you know who I am, Tallah. They don’t get to say no to me when I want something or someone. My father is one of the most powerful men in Florida; if I were you, that answer might need to be corrected.”
Girls surrounding us have started whispering about my stupidity for turning him down. Guys have also formed a circle around the girls and us as they watch the interaction in the middle of the first wing hall. This school's problem is that everyone thinks they must bend to Kayden’s every wish or command. Girls throw themselves at him, hoping to get just a glimmer of attention, while the guys fall in line with whatever he says or tells them to do. The circle has become so tight around us that his eyes flick up, looking at all the attention as their eyes and ears are set on us, making his lips curl slowly.
Raising my eyes to him, a slight smirk slowly comes across my face. “I will not correct my answer; it is the correct one and will always be the one I give you. Why don’t you go after one of these girls who will bow at your feet, worshiping the ground you walk on? That will never be me, so if you could please remove your finger and arm off me, I need to get to my class before all of us are late.”
There is a fire in his eyes as they bore into mine while his finger holding the loop on my backpack releases before slowly trailing down my face. “I will ask you again to reconsider what you told me. This is your last chance to change it.”
Taking my hands and putting them on his chest, my arms push with all their might against the solid body of the boy that I can’t stand. He is not expecting it, so it gives me a small amount of room to wiggle out of his grasp, shoving my way through the crowd, gasping at the event that took place. I am small, and the opening was big enough for my body to make its way through quickly before any of them could react. My legs take off down the hall, running as fast as possible to take me away from that monster.
His voice is a snarl as the crowd parts while he points his finger at me when my eyes peek over my shoulder. “You will regret this, Tallah. I can promise you that.”
Turning back around so that my focus is on where I need to be going, my feet pound the tiles on the floor as they rush me into my next class, which is Calculus. Ripping the door open to walk inside quickly, I find a seat on the other side of the room where he would never sit. Unfortunately, he is in this class but always sits near the windows with his friends while the girls fight over who will sit closest to him so they can swoon.
Abigail walks in, sitting down beside me with a frown on her face. “You know he will make you go with him no matter what.”
Turning to look at my best friend, I said, “I need a friend right now, Abby, not a lecture. He has asked me for years, and I always turn him down. There are girls all over this school who will go with him before the question gets out of his mouth.”
She shakes her head while smiling. “That is not what he is after, and you know it. You are the only one with the guts to stand up to him, always saying no. He does not want someone who will do exactly what he tells them to, like a robot. He is after someone who is free-minded, not a drone who will say how high when he tells them to jump. I have heard him talk about you for years; I think in his mind, now that the year is winding down, he will get the prize he has been after for four years.”
Looking down at the pencil twirling over my fingers, I said, “I don’t want to be someone’s prize. When I fall in love, it will be because they are a total gentleman and love me for who I am. Not because they are after one thing if they can get their hands on it.”
The door is opened, and the mob of students follows him in as he hangs up the phone. His eyes lock onto mine as an evil smile that sends chills down my spine comes across his handsome face.
Abby looks over at me as her lips form a thin line. “That is not a good look. Something is up; he has that glint in his eyes that says he is getting what he wants.”
Crossing my arms on the desk, “I don’t care if God himself comes down here and tells me I have to go with him. I assure you he will not get what he wants this time.”
The bell rings as the teacher starts class. Sometime during the middle of our course, my phone plays the song ‘Little Butterfly,’ letting me know my father is calling. I click it off, trying to return my focus to the teacher, but it quickly goes off.
The teacher stops his lecture before zeroing in on me. “Who is interrupting you during my class?”
Holding my phone up so he can see, “My father. I will send it to voicemail.”
I do, but it starts ringing again. The teacher points at me before his finger heads to the door. “It must be important if he keeps calling you. Step out into the hall to see what he needs.”
Standing up, trying to keep my hands from shaking, snickers come from the guys around Kayden. My eyes look at him quickly as that grin spreads across his face. Rolling my eyes, I head out the door to see why my father is bothering me at school. He said that the only time he would call would be in an emergency. Has something happened to my mother or brother? Will I miss some necessary tests today because he needs me to come home? Looking down at the phone and pushing the door open, my finger hovers over the answer button.
