Chapter 51: Chapter 51

Steven's POV:

"Don't resist!" I opened my eyes when I heard her whisper from behind me, I veered around in haste and found her standing close to me. Just one glare from me, and she stepped back immediately.

"I am not that little boy who you can fool with," I muttered, making tight fists of my hands. I can't forget what she and my father did to me, she would always lie to him about my actions, making up stories of how I have a crush on her, and my father, who never asked my side of the story, started abusing me, he would tie me in my room while he had sex with her in his and then would beat the crap out of me later. He thought it was the right punishment for a lover, little did he know that I hated both of them. She punished me for despising her by making up rumors that I love her.

"I know, I always look at you and wonder where those genes came from." She seductively tilted her head to the right and bit her lip, scanning my face with her dirty hungry eyes.

"From the same man you killed," I announced, it was a burden on my chest, that day she burned our garaged down when my father was working there, she made it look like I did it but I was innocent.

"Even violence sounds so good for your lips." She spoke and the feeling of disgust made me wanna look away. I pretended to be texting someone, I hated to look at her ugly face. Just because I've remained silent doesn't mean she was spared, I was just taking everything slow, she was going to get her karma and I was gonna make sure of it.

"What is it about her that makes you worry about her so much?" she peeked through my phone and I raised my brow, watching her face like *dude wtf?*

"I don't know what you are talking about," I stated, leaning my back on the railing, and folding my arms across my chest. She has no idea that one day I will make her pay for what she has done to our family, but the problem was that once I crossed paths with this girl Giselle, I forgot about my revenge from the world.

"This girl who is making you crazy." She babbled and giggled, but a hint of jealousy could be seen in her eyes. "What was her name again? Oh, Giselle!" She played with her hair and kept her eyes on my face. Lowering my head, I shook it.

"Don't even say her name from your filthy mouth," I muttered, deepening my stare in her eyes, the smile faded off her face really quick. "Now do you mind?" I gestured through my eyes towards the door, "And close the door when you leave." I added, sighing in relief. She watched my face for the next few seconds before exiting through the door. She had seen my anger; she wasn't going to risk it.

I pulled out my phone again and clicked until I reached the gallery. I swiped through her pictures, and a smile crept over my lips, but it disappeared when everything played like a movie in front of my eyes. She should have at least asked me if I have done any of that, but she was the first one to point a finger at my character. One by one, I deleted all of her pictures.

"Bye, Giselle! I have spent the previous months crushing on you, loving you, but every time you hurt me, you seemed to not feel my pain. I have to stay focused on clearing my name from all the sins, others have done and blamed me for, I have to take my revenge from these people, I am done with you now Giselle, I am done with you." I murmured to myself and closed my eyes when a tear ran down my cheek.

Giselle's POV:

Tucker has been avoiding me for three days because I didn't let him touch me when we were actually arguing, who even does that? The thought of Dina crossed my mind once again. Was she telling the truth?

"So what happened to that Monica issue?" Lauren asked while cooking dinner for us.

"She told the principal that she isn't ready to talk about it yet and the guy is not allowed in the school till then," I answered, washing the utensils. It was hard to say his name aloud after what I did to him.

"I never liked the guy from the beginning," Lauren commented and I felt a wave of heat leaving my body, I started all that, how can I do this to him?

"Well, we don't know for sure what happened," I replied and she stared at me which I saw from the corner of my eyes. Thankfully, she didn't say anything.

I set the dinner table and one by one everyone started gathering up. Tucker too came, but a frown on his forehead was visible enough for me to understand that he was not in a good mood.

I have begun to notice my obsession for him dying a little bit, but whenever he would talk, I will start feeling crazy again. After dinner, everybody left for their rooms while I stayed in the lounge, I actually wanted to talk to Tucker.

"What is it?" He asked, feeling bored.

"Come sit." I tapped the place on the sofa and he rolled his eyes tiredly.

"Now you wanna be near me?" he folded his arms and stayed standing on his spot.

"Tucker, we were angry, fighting, how do you expect me to make out with you at a time like that?" I spoke very softly, trying to make him understand what he was doing was wrong. I have left all my friends for him and they have eyes at me, waiting for our relationship to die so that they can say *oh we told you*  so we had to be together, I couldn't afford anyone laughing at me or making fun of me.

"Oh, so you are telling me that if we weren't fighting, you would have let me touch you?" He scoffed, grinning like he had made his point. I looked down, embarrassed and confused, "I don't want this kind of relationship." He declared and I shot my head up, watching his face in terror. I know this is not how it works, but instead of making me comfortable he always ends up annoying me.

"I ---I --never stopped you from to--uching me, it’s just the---timing is wrong." I stammered, making him believe me because I didn't want him to break up with me. I had no one left. We had to be together or I will be left alone. Lauren would hate me; I'll face his sister's bullying.

"Oh really? So that means you are fine with me touching you?" he smirked, he knew I just said it out of fear and he was going to take full advantage of it. I lowered my head and nodded, feeling scared in my skin.

He sat down with me, with his head tilted to the right and his eyes looking at mine. I knew what he was thinking if I push him away now, he was going to make a big issue out of it and he wasn't wrong either, not letting him come closer was just not right in a relationship that we were in. But it was weird how every time he came close to me my body felt disgusted like something was wrong. For a girl, who had insanely loved a guy, this was weird.

"It's okay, you can take some time if you want." he smiled, and just when I exhaled in relief, he placed his hand on my thigh. I felt goosebumps covering my skin, but I didn't react because this was just very shocking, especially when he said he can wait and then touching me not even seconds later. I kept watching the TV, pretending like I hadn't noticed it. He was slowly rubbing my thigh, and as the seconds passed by, his touch became aggressive. He was now grabbing my thigh and running his hand up and down, luckily, I was wearing a jean, which means my body was covered.

"What are you two watching?" we jumped in our skin and he hurriedly removed his hand off my thigh and got up when Uncle Ben walked in front of us. I was now in mixed feelings, scared if Uncle Ben has seen us and shocked at how Tucker said he will wait and then didn't wait at all.

"I was going to bed," Tucker announced, not looking in his father's eyes and leaving for his room. I too got up and exit the lounge quickly. I ended in my room, puffing out some breath I was holding in.

I had just laid down in my bed when I received a text from Dina.

Dina: When you decided to be petty and accused Steven, you did mention that I saw him in the hallway forcing himself on Monica, well, if you wanna testify against him, your choice, but sorry I didn't see him doing any of that.

I don't blame her for choosing Steven over me, I have done that to almost everyone, and look where I was now.

Me: Ok.

I replied, and when my phone beeped again, I thought it would be Dina but it was Tucker. Strange how I used to roll my eyes at her text whenever I was waiting for Tucker's text, but this time, I really wanted it to be Diana's caller ID.

Tucker: I am sorry to be rude to you that day.

I smiled, at least he apologized.

Me: It's okay.

Tucker: You know you are gorgeous.

I blushed, the intensity had faded away, but if things work out that'd best for both of us.

Tucker: I really can't stop myself from looking at you.

Me: Thanks.

I was somewhat lacking the energy.

Tucker: And seriously I want you close to me right now.

Me: Honestly, me too.

I smiled and hugged my pillow, his touch didn't disgust me by the way. Ironic how quickly I changed my mind. I have always wanted to kiss him, but I don't know why I wouldn't want it to happen whenever I saw him in person.

Tucker: thinking about you is making me crazy.

Me: This is how I used to feel every time I watched your face.

Tucker: Prove it.

I smiled, not understanding what he meant by that.

Me: Prove how?

Tucker: I am really not myself right now and I want you.

Me: I do too, but you know Uncle Ben is outside.

Tucker: No problem, I want to see your body.

My cheeks turned red as he said that.

Me: You are so naughty.

Tucker: C'mon

Me: What?

Tucker: I want to see your body.

Me: Tucker, you know it is hard for me to do so.

Tucker: I am not asking you to do anything, these are just pictures.

Me: Pictures? That's dangerous.

Tucker: Why, you don't trust me?

Me: Tucker I am not comfortable with that.

Tucker: Giselle if you trust me, you will send me your nudes and I want them now.