The Lies: Landon Academy book 1 by Natalia Wiszniewska (cat reading book .txt) 📗

We waited a couple of minutes and the room becomes empty. We sit in silence till the bell rang. Zac takes me to his car and drives me home. I kiss his cheek and thanked him. After that, I leave the car and disappear behind huge doors.

Chapter 9

I spend the rest of the day in my room. I called Ty and Tobi to chat with them, but they quickly realised that something is off. I didn’t want to bother them because school bullying was never something I would care about, but the thing is that Liam called me ugly. I mean, I shouldn’t care because it is a stupid thing to care about, but never, ever, anyone called me ugly before. I am not a narcissistic person; I can accept criticism and I have no clue why it bothers me so much. Maybe is the thing that was Liam who told me that? You like him, stupid; any other boy didn’t treat you like equal before. My inside voice is right. Every single boy treated me like some blond stupid chick they can fuck and forget, but Liam… He is afraid of me. Maybe not in a way that I will hurt him, he is afraid because he knows that I am able to take his position. Perhaps, I already have his friend wrapped around my finger. He knows that he is losing control, that he doesn’t have control over me and that scares him. Maybe I do like him? But why? He is handsome, like very, very handsome, and when he is looking my way the only thing, I want to do is for him to see me. I want to get him angry. I want to tempt him to his limits and find out what he is capable of doing.

I smile to myself because this is stupid. This is only some boy who gives me more attention than any other one, he only tries to destroy me, and it is a temptation for me, to show him that I am not like any other person. This interest about him is probably because of my father who has warned me about the guy, and everything that is prohibited is interesting for me. Yes, this is the reason, nothing else.

During the conversation with my brothers, my phone vibrates. I look at the screen, but the message quickly disappears, so I have ended the conversation and open the mailbox. I receive a photo, a photo of me half naked. I remember that day. I was performing burlesque in our club. The picture shows my family, all men over thirty years old, are gathered around me and I am standing and smiling at them seductively. I am wearing red leather dress, very short dress. Behind me is a dance pole and fake money are scattered around me on the floor. Yes, it definitely looks like I am a whore in some strip club performing for horny pigs. But on the picture, the money looks like real and no one is going to know that I was only performing for my family. Well, I don’t really care. I am proud because that was a nice show. Ty was so over the edge that day that we haven’t left my room for three days straight, after the show.

My phone vibrates again, and the new picture arrives. On this one, I am standing in front of a group of boys in the locker room, without my bra and obviously in my panties. The picture was taken from the back because my tits are not visible, only my back, LIAM. This son of a… Under the picture is a text: ‘our little guest knows how to make an impression; old habits don’t die!’ This little shit. I am going to kill him. He wants to humiliate me, after my dead body. If he thinks that this stunt will make any impression on me, he is wrong. I am not ashamed of my body, and I am not a piece of shit which he can step on. I will show him, how much I do not care, and he will be sorry that he crossed me.

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The next day, I walk to school with my head held high. I see those judgemental staring and I couldn’t care less. I haven’t seen Leaders until lunch. I decide to show them who I am so during the lunch I step on the table and whistle loudly. All eyes fall on me, brilliant.

“Hello everyone, I know that probably everyone saw the pictures…” people start to whisper. “As you can see on the first picture, my audience is happy to see me, this can only show you guys that the performance was stunning! I want you to know that I am proud of myself! I am proud because happy audience means that I will lead our school to victory during the competition!” people start shouting enthusiastically, boys start whistling and howling like a pack of horny wolves. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Liam and his friends. They all watch my little show with hostility, except Zac. He looks at me with proud in his eyes. “As for the second picture, it shows that I already have the votes from those boys, guys I am counting on you!” The boys from the picture start to run my way. They take me by surprise by my legs and lift me up cheering my name. Mission complete. Take that Liam. My eyes travel to him. His gaze meets mine and he smiles. He, fucking, smiles, this bastard. Your turn shithead.

*

The rest of the week went uneventfully. After my show in the cafeteria, people asked me to sit with them during lunch, some even asked me to sign their arms, even tits. I haven’t sat at the leaders table anymore. I decide to sit on the empty