Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!
Chapter 22: Something Unexpected

Chapter 22: Something Unexpected

Chapter TWENTY TWO

**Oliver West**

Detention last Friday was worse than I could have imagined. Kieran didn’t show up, which should have made me relieved, but it didn’t.

Mr. Denver, the detention supervisor, was nothing like what I expected. From the moment I walked into that classroom, I knew I was in for hell.

"Well, well, if it isn’t our little troublemaker," Mr. Denver had said, his beady eyes looking me up and down with disgust. "I’ve heard all about you, West. Fighting in the hallways, causing drama everywhere you go."

I’d tried to keep my head down, focus on my homework, but he wouldn’t let it go.

"You know what your problem is?" he’d continued, pacing around me like a predator. "Boys like you think you can act however you want, dress however you want, be whatever you want. But there are consequences for that kind of... lifestyle."

The way he said ’lifestyle’ made my skin crawl. He kept making comments the entire two hours, little digs about my appearance, my voice, my mannerisms and by the time detention was over, I felt sick to my stomach.

Now, walking into school this Monday morning, that tight feeling returned to settle in the pit of my stomach the moment Mom’s car drove off.

The endless chatter from students followed me into the hallway. They were talking about all the fun they had during the weekend.

I wished I could say the same about myself. It was one of the worst ever. As if Friday wasn’t already tough enough, Mom didn’t even allow me to visit William.

Every second I had to be studying a book in front of her watchful eyes. Well, thanks to that, all my assignments and projects were done and completed, and now I just couldn’t wait to "wow" all the teachers.

The moment I stepped into class, I made my way towards William who had reserved a spot for me.

"Hey, did you hear?" he rushed out as soon as I took a seat.

"What do you mean?" I asked, arranging my books in front of my desk. I wasn’t too keen on hearing what he had to say, I was more worried about what today’s detention would bring.

He shot me a look of disappointment.

"You’re always so in the dark when it comes to getting information, but luckily for you, you have me. Besides, it was spread all over the school website, so how could you not know?"

This time I rolled my eyes. Was he going to spit it out or not?

"I already told you I was grounded. I had neither my phone nor laptop, unlike you who only had your credit card taken away."

Yeah, Mom had seen Pumpkin’s cellphone in my possession and she had confiscated it as well.

William’s face fell at my words. Well, thinking of it now, his situation was much worse. He was always addicted to shopping, even things he would never use. I wondered how he would cope for the next several weeks.

"Anyway, leave all that. What is the news you couldn’t wait to spill?" I spoke, breaking off the mood.

"You know Mr. Denver, the detention teacher? He was attacked over the weekend, Friday precisely."

My lips settled into an "O." Who could have hurt such a stern man? I wasn’t one who got along well with several teachers, and Mr. Denver definitely wasn’t among my favorites after that last experience.

"Was it serious?" I asked, though I couldn’t say I felt much sympathy for him.

"It was very critical. Sources said he wouldn’t have made it if medical care had not been quickly provided. He still hasn’t regained consciousness since that Friday."

I tried to look concerned, but honestly, after the way he’d treated me, I couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry for him.

"Who do you think could have done it?" I found myself asking.

William merely shrugged as he replied, "Who knows, be safe these days, our town doesn’t seem all that secure anymore"

The teacher chose that moment to make an entrance and the whole chatter died down as the lecture started.

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I stepped out of Mrs. Sarah’s office, my last project submitted. It was already lunch break. I walked slowly in search of William.

The nervousness was still wearing me down, making my muscles ache. I had succeeded in escaping Kieran all the times our paths had almost crossed.

His blatant warnings still bothered me. I should be totally relieved that he hadn’t done anything yet, but I couldn’t allow myself to put all my guard down.

I was hurrying towards the cafeteria when this unknown nerdy boy with thick glasses bumped into me hard, spilling not just his water bottle but also a large cup of what looked like chocolate milk all over me. The liquid soaked through my white t-shirt and down onto my jeans, creating a huge dark stain that went from my chest all the way down to my thighs.

"What..." I started to say, looking down at the mess.

"I’m really s-sorry! I’m sorry!" he rushed out, looking terrified like he thought I was going to hurt him.

"It’s okay," I murmured, but he was already fleeing down the hallway.

Something felt off about the whole thing, the way he’d appeared out of nowhere with not just one but two drinks, the way he immediately ran off without even trying to help...

I let out a huff. Just great. Now I was completely soaked. My shirt was dripping and my jeans were soaked through. I could feel the wetness had even seeped through to my underwear. I couldn’t walk around like this for the rest of the day.

Lunch forgotten, I made my way towards the boys’ bathroom. I tried to dry myself off with paper towels, but it was useless, the stains were huge and my clothes were completely drenched.

That’s when I remembered William’s locker. He always kept spare clothes for me there because of my tendency to spill things on myself during art class, maybe he’d have pants too.

I made my way to his locker, using the combination he’d given me ages ago. Sure enough, there was a clean t-shirt and a pair of jeans hanging inside.

I grabbed both and headed back to the bathroom to change.

I quickly stripped off my wet shirt and soaked jeans, even my underwear was completely soaked through, so I had to remove that too. I stood there completely naked for a moment, shivering from the cold air as I pulled on the clean clothes. They fit perfectly since William always made sure to get them in my size.

Just before my fingers enclosed around the door knob to leave, I heard muffled voices and multiple laughter outside.

Those sounded strangely like Hailey and Amanda.

"God, look at that pathetic little twig. He has no choice but to be gay, what girl would want that?" Hailey spoke, her voice dripping with malice.

I froze where I stood. Her words filled my insides with a sickening chill. Were they talking about me?

"What are you waiting for? Just upload it quickly. Maybe this will finally make the little fairy end his pathetic excuse of a life," Amanda said, her voice sharp with hatred.

My heart lurched to my throat as I yanked the door open.

"Oh, here he is," Amanda remarked, her lips quirking with distaste.

Everything that had happened slowly replayed in my head. It hadn’t been just a coincidence. They had planned it all from the start! Had they really planted a camera in the boy’s bathroom?!

My doubts were totally gone when Hailey held her phone above me to see. It was a video of me changing, showing me completely undressed, fully naked and exposed.

"What are you both doing in here!" I yelled, my voice cracking with shock and panic. "This is the boys’ locker room!"

"Don’t worry, we’re about to make you internet famous, you little freak," Hailey remarked, and they both giggled cruelly.

"Yeah, everyone’s going to see what a scrawny little faggot you really are, I heard that gay porn is more popular these days," Amanda spat, the slur hitting me like a physical blow.

Anger surged through me instantly and my fist clenched to the side, Hailey smiled sickeningly sweet. "Are you going to hit a girl? I’m sure this will make more headlines than your nude videos,"

Damn them. My teeth gritted, I’d never thought about hitting a girl before, I’d always found it sickening, but right now I really wanted to, my palms itch to slap some senses into them.

A sudden silence filled the air and I noticed that they appeared to be staring at something behind me.

I turned around suddenly, and at the same time my forehead bumped against a chest. The cologne was very familiar.

Kieran.

For a moment I didn’t move. That was until I felt his hand on my shoulders.

My gaze widened as I took a shaky step backwards. Now I could see those metallic gray eyes fixated on me.

My heart pounded furiously, and then it came melting down and crumbling to dust at the loathing and disgust I saw in his gaze.

He would never support me. Instead, he would help to deliver three times the pain, Amanda was also his girlfriend, who knew if they planned this together to humiliate me.

Amanda reached out to rip me from the close proximity we shared.

"How dare you touch him! He’s my boyfriend, you attention-seeking little queer!" she spat, staring at me with a hateful expression that made my stomach turn.

Hailey didn’t utter a word as Kieran snatched the phone out of her hands.

It made me wonder how much of everything he had seen before I even got aware of his presence.

The thought of him watching that disgusting video of me completely naked sent my blood spinning.

"You’ve always hated this pathetic little homo. I’m sure you can use this to teach him a lesson he will never forget," Amanda spoke as she and Hailey shared smug expressions.

His intent gaze fixed on me made me wish the ground would just open and swallow me whole.

"Leave," Kieran suddenly bit out icily, still holding my gaze.

"Baby, why are you telling him to leave? He should be here to witness everything!" Amanda complained with a huge pout that made her lip fillers become more obvious.

Kieran’s icy gaze left mine to regard her. I noticed the way she gulped down, seeming nervous. It appeared he had that scary effect on everyone and not just me.

"I was talking to both of you. He stays here. We have unfinished business. So get out," he spoke in that familiar cold and unfeeling tone.

I saw the anger spread across Amanda’s face, but without a word, she stomped out with Hailey, leaving me alone with Kieran.

I gulped down. My insides churned tightly. I hated to admit that I had felt safer with those evil mean girls around than being alone with him.

I stared at the phone still clenched in his hand.

I wanted to plead with him to delete the video, but I just didn’t know how. He always had the habit of doing the opposite of what I wanted.

"Kieran... don’t," my voice came out in a tiny squeak.

He took an intimidating step closer.

Then another.

Until he was towering over me.

My heart gave a tight squeeze and my shaky legs wanted me to run as far as I could.

But I couldn’t. Not when that video was still in his possession.

My gaze widened when his finger slowly tapped on the play button. It started from where I had taken off the wet shirt and jeans, showing everything.

"Don’t! S-stop it!" I cried, grabbing onto his arm, but he held it high above his head.

"Please just stop it. I’ll do anything! P-please just stop!" I cried. I felt as though the last bit of dignity was being stripped away from me.

My fingers were tightly clinging to his arms in an attempt to get him to stop.

My last words seemed to have gotten his attention. He paused the video and even turned the phone off entirely.

"You disobeyed my last orders, Ollie" My name felt like icy shards coming from his mouth.

His piercing gaze made me feel even smaller than ever.

"I’m sorry... J-just delete that video. I’ll do whatever you want me to. I s-swear, I’ll obey this time," I cried, trying to convince him.

A low whimper escaped my mouth when he grabbed my arms painfully and shoved me against the wall.

"Did you say anything?" his voice came out as a dangerous whisper, but at this point I couldn’t care less about anything.

His gaze studied mine like he was gauging how much I meant those words.

"Anything y-you want, Kieran. Just delet..." my words trailed off when he dipped his head closer. The tip of our noses were almost brushing each other.

My eyes froze with horror when his gaze left mine and slowly traveled to my lips.

I could hear my own thunderous heart beat.

He wouldn’t.

No, he wouldn’t.

Because it didn’t make sense, "Ollie," He called out again, his voice deeper and almost less menacing.I guessed his intentions, but I was too late to react.

He inched closer and his lips suddenly slammed against mine.

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