Chapter 2; Quincy is Gay?
Vince's P.O.V
I try to stop my tears orm falling but it is inevitable. The pain is much more than I can handle.
My tears increase as Quincy locks on my shirt, pulling me up roughly. He moves his face closer to mine and I can feel his hit breath on my skin.
"How're you doing, ocean eyes?" He asks and my eyelashes flutter like the wings of an immature eaglet.
His violet eyes are hard to stare at. I feel like I'm looking at doom itself and it makes me almost pee in my pants.
"Look at me." He orders and I lock my gaze with him immediately. I know Quincy's rule quite well, he doesn't like to repeat himself and if I fail to listen, the consequences will be a hard story to tell.
And that's if I'm alive to do it.
"Tell me, are you happy to see me?"
Uh, happy? He is like the devil himself and it dreads my weak soul anytime I behold his shadow. Now he asks whether I'm delighted at his presence?
Why will I be excited to see such a jerk like him?
It's…. stupid!
"What takes you so long to speak?" Quincy snaps at me and I jolt out of my thoughts. "Has cat got your tongue?" His claws sank into my skin and I shudder in great fear.
"Hit him!" Quincy orders his fellow bullies and they chuckle evily as they follow their master's command.
I try to run away but he catches me and grasp my neck. I choke, my eyes reddening with pain but he seems to be unfazed.
"Are you ready to speak now?"
I nod quickly, sniffing in my tears and he turns to look at the others.
"See, our nerdy is happy to see me." He mocks. "Why do others call me a monster when there is one soul who is uncomfortable at my absence?"
The sarcasm in his voice his evident and as they mock and laugh at me, my heart gets more heavy and is breaking slowly.
"Hit him again until he stops crying."
I widen my brow when Quincy's gives his order again. I just got punished and it's normal to cry when one is being caused pain, isn't it?
Why do you do everything to break me completely, you monster! I scream in my head and break down in more tears.
I can't fight them back when though I'm getting beaten.
My tears won't stop and the torture wouldn't either.
He commands them to stop and I whimper. This is too much for me to bear.
I know I am right when I mentioned my life getting more miserable.
How can I stop this? How can I stand up and fight for myself?
It's difficult to break from the shackles of weakness and it's hurting me a lot.
"Next time…" Quincy yanks me closer, his gaze meeting mine as his eyes bore into my week soul. "... do not cry when you're being tortured. If you fail to obey me and shed more tears, I will not let it slide and burn you. Am I clear?"
"Words, ocean eyes." He growls when I nod and I quickly speak up.
"Yes, yes. No tears, I get it."
He grins satisfactorily and stand up to leave.
I heave a sigh of relief as he walks away with other bullies and pick up my notebook and luggage from the floor.
Students are gathered around, making a mockery of me. I can't stand the humiliation and cover my face with the notebook before scurrying away.
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"Vince." I hear a voice behind me. It's unmistakable and I know it's professor Kyle.
I halt in my steps and quickly dab at my tears with my sleeves before turning to look at him.
I get tempted to take his lips in mine and nibble them swiftly. He is so irresistible.
His almond eyes, pink kissable lips and fine body structure.
I can see his tanned chest since two of his buttons are left opened. I strip him off his clothes with my eyes and beneath his pants, I imagine there is a dick in there.
I want to know the size. Yes, he is my professor and I know but my feelings for him doesn't stop run ning wild.
I stop gawking at him when he steps closer. His smooth hand touches my bruised chin and I freeze on a spot.
He is killing me slowly and I guess he doesn't know what he's doing to me.
"You got bullied again, didn't you?"
I want to shake my head and lie again as always but I get a disapproving look from him and I'm forced to tell the truth.
"Quincy did this to me. He and his gang but trust me professor Kyle, I am fine." I press my lips together, forcing out a smile but deep down in my heart there is a deep cut and I am bleeding at each heartbeat.
"Don't you lie, Vince. You don't deserve this." His voice is full of care and I look down at his palm which is still on my cheek.
"Pr... professor …" I mutter and he walks away disappointedly.
Just when I thought he was about to kiss me, he leaves me wallowing in my imagination.
"You're stupid, Vince." I cuss at myself, biting my lips. I should stop gawking at my professor to avoid trouble.
I am not sure professor Kyle is also straight like me. It will so embarrassing if he finds out my feelings for me so I better keep hiding them just like I've been doing for three years.
I finally trace my way to the dormitory after some minutes.
Some students laugh at me as I made my way in but I just ignore them as I've gotten used to people's ill talks already.
I pause when I hear the loud boom of music coming from the room. Is there someone in there?
This room is supposed to be mine only. How is it possible that someone is in there?
I look at the slip in my hand to confirm the room number. Yes, it is correct.
I knock on the door but there is no reply. Once, twice; I knock three times already but noone comes to open up.
Oh lord, I pray my roommate is a bit tolerable and not done bully.
My mouth hang in surprise as I behold the bully monster in front of me.
The guy who is my worst nightmare is my roommate a….and why is he naked?
He doesn't move and my eyes are glued to his erect cock. Is he masturbating?
Why is their cum spilled all over the bedsheets?
I try to run away but Quincy stands and grab my arm, slamming the door.
He pins me between his arms and I look into his ruthless eyes. His tall figure looms over me and I feel just like an ant in his presence.
I can feel his member pike me on my abdomen and before I can look down at his rod, he grabs my chin.
"You want to run away after setting your eyes on my dick?" He whispers in my ear, his voice raspy. "It is not some billboard and when you look, you have a taste or get punished that you'd wish you were never born!"
Wait, what?
Quincy is gay?