THE BADBOY Baby Doll

~ Dominant High School ~

It was the beginning of a new term.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as students streamed into the school compound, some in lively groups, others walking alone with quiet anticipation.

Laughter echoed, conversations overlapped, and the air itself seemed alive.

Everyone was happy, well... almost everyone.

Those who had passed their exams with excellent grades wore pride on their faces, their steps light and confident.

But for others, the ones who hadn't done as well, their smiles were forced and their hearts heavy with disappointment.

Because at Dominant High School, success wasn't just celebrated... It was expected.

As the name implied, Dominant High School was a place reserved for the elite-the rich, the powerful and the untouchable.

However, each year, the school offered a slim chance to the less privileged: scholarships.

But nothing about it was easy.

The exams were brutal, designed to break even the brightest minds. Only those who passed were granted entry.

The rest?

They were sent back home.

no second chances.

The school itself stood on the outskirts of California, a masterpiece of dark elegance. Towering buildings made of strong, polished brick rose into the sky, painted in deep black that gave off an intimidating aura.

At the entrance stood a massive gate jet black and imposing with the sculpture of a fierce, dominating wolf engraved at its center. Beautiful, powerful and terrifying.

Everything about the school screamed authority.

And inside those walls...

Power ruled.

The campus was divided into three main buildings, each representing a different class of students.

The Yellow Building.

The first structure seen upon entering the premises.

It was the smallest of the three, yet still large enough to house its occupants comfortably. Inside were classrooms, laboratories, lounges, resting areas, bathrooms, and everything necessary for learning.

This building was for the scholarship students.

The Green Building.

Located just behind the Yellow Building, it was larger, more spacious, and far more refined.

This was where the rich students stayed.

Like the Yellow Building, it contained classrooms, lounges, laboratories, and living spaces but everything here was more polished, more luxurious.

After all, money had its privileges.

And then... The Red Building.

The largest, the most luxurious, the most feared.

This building was not for just anyone.

It belonged solely to them.

The Dominaters.

Trevor, Noah and Rolex.

Together, they were known as TNR.

Three names that carried power, fear, and authority throughout the entire school.

The Red Building was practically a kingdom of its own. It had everything such as private classrooms, a swimming pool, a bar, an exercise center, laboratories, computer rooms, and most notably... The TNR Club.

Located on the first floor, it was open to students every weekend for clubbing. But the second and third floors?

Strictly forbidden.

No one dared to go near them.

No one... except TNR.

Despite its luxurious nature, Dominant High School maintained strict academic rules:

No cheating.

No exam malpractice.

No bribing teachers.

Any teacher caught accepting bribes would be immediately dismissed. Any student involved, regardless of status would be expelled without hesitation.

Failure meant repeating a class.

No exceptions.

But beyond academics, the students themselves were divided into three distinct groups.

The Scholarship Students.

Known as WSS meaning Weak Scholarship Students.

They were the lowest in the hierarchy.

The easiest targets the bullied

They were referred to as the Yellow Students, and they followed every rule because they had no choice.

The Rich Students.

They called themselves RDS meaning Real Dominant Students.

They bullied the scholarship students without fear of punishment, shielded by their wealthy backgrounds. Though they still respected the academic rules, they often acted as if they owned the school.

They were known as the Green Students.

And then... The Dominaters.

There were only three of them.

They weren't just students.

They were the rulers of Dominant High School.

The Red Students.

Trevor Macall

He was the definition of a bad boy, a ruthless bully who showed no mercy. It didn't matter whether you were weak or rich... Trevor dominated everyone.

He was the richest student in the school, changing cars as often as he changed clothes and not just any cars, but the most expensive ones money could buy.

He spent money without limits.

The Red Building?

It belonged to him.

No one knew anything about his family, which only fueled rumors that the school's mysterious owner had personally handed him that power.

Trevor wore only the latest designer brands, expensive perfumes and above all He was a neat freak.

Next was Noah Cyrus.

Trevor's closest ally.

He rarely smiled, and rumors claimed his broken family was the reason behind his dark nature. Unlike Trevor, Noah indulged in drugs and was skillfully strong in his own way

People called him a psychopath.

And no one dared to prove them wrong.

Lastly...Rolex Xanthe

The only one who smiled, but his smile was deceptive. Behind it lay the same cruelty as his friends.

He was playful, charming, and known as the flirt of the group but beneath that charm was someone just as ruthless.

He was often considered the "baby" of the trio but that didn't make him any less dangerous.

Together, they were untouchable.

The school rules? Didn't apply to them.

Because they were the rules.

As mysterious as the students were, the school's owner remained even more of an enigma.

No one had ever seen their face.

Only their voice was ever heard.

Yet everyone knew one thing, They were always watching Everyone and Everything going on in the school.

The loud sound of a bell echoed across the campus, signaling the start of the assembly.

Students quickly made their way to the assembly ground, forming neat lines under the watchful eyes of strict teachers.

At the front stood the headmistress, Mrs. Julia, her sharp gaze scanning the crowd.

Everything was in order.

Everyone, except The Dominaters

They were absent as usual, Just like always.

THE Dominaters.

The assembly ground fell into silence as the headmistress, Mrs. Julia, stepped forward, her sharp eyes scanning the students from the podium.

"You are all welcome back to school," she began, her voice firm and authoritative. "I hope you enjoyed your holidays."

She didn't wait for a response.

At Dominant High School, questions like that weren't meant to be answered.

"As you already know, there are rules guiding this school rules that must be obeyed." Her tone hardened. "Be prepared this term... because it is going to be difficult."

A wave of murmurs spread across the students.

Some exchanged nervous glances.

Others sighed.

Mrs. Julia let the tension linger before continuing.

"Now, all of you are to return to your respective lounges. Unpack, settle in, and rest. Classes begin tomorrow."

She paused briefly. "You all are dismissed."

With that, she turned and walked off the stage, her heels clicking sharply against the ground as she headed back to her office.

Red Building

The atmosphere inside the Red Building was completely different.

A faint haze of smoke lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of expensive cologne. The room carried an energy that felt both indulgent and dangerous

The strong scents of smoke and sex filled the room and it's coming from no other person than Noah who sat lazily on one of the long leather chairs, his posture relaxed but his presence intense. His eyes were slightly red, as he watch their personal bitch 'bianca' naked on her knees as she sucks and takes Rolex c0ck into her mouth.

Bianca became their personal bitch, after been tasted and tested, giving that she was also beautiful and busty she was also a student at dominant high school.

Bianca-well known within the school her closeness to the trio giving her a certain level of recognition among students. Being associated with TNR meant something... even if it came at a cost.

Taking it in and bringing it out in a fast pace, earning a sexual groan from Rolex who had his head thrown back on top of the chair he was sitting on in satisfaction.

he push himself forward enjoying every bit of it as he use his hand to grab bianca hair packed in ponytail, bringing it forward to pump faster.

Noah was watching he has an habit of watching people sex, he suddenly got up going behind bianca giving her a loud spank on her ass, which she moan in response with Rolex c0ck still inside her mouth, his hands moves from her ass going straight to her boobs before giving her nipple a hard pinch, making her whimper

he gave her other nipple the same hard squeeze and as if it was not enough he used the fire from his smoke to burn her back, bianca began shaking trying to pull away but Rolex refused, holding her head down he needs to cum and nothing is going to stop him, not even her struggling to free herself.

"So beautiful" Noah smile looking at the burn he made on bianca's back. he began laughing feeling so high and happy the smoke taking a huge effect on him.

Rolex, on the other hand, looked far more entertained.

Across the room, Trevor sat quietly.

Trevor Macall was difficult to read almost impossible. His expression rarely changed, and his thoughts were locked away where no one could reach them.

He believed actions mattered more than words.

Why talk...

When you could simply act?

Still, his gaze lingered briefly before shifting away, as if he'd rather be anywhere else.

It wasn't that he disliked women.

He just... felt nothing.

Bianca had tried before-once, when he was stressed-but it ended quickly. Whatever she offered, it wasn't what he needed.

Her touch didn't comfort him.

It irritated him.

Even when he tried... there was still nothing.

Reaching into his pocket, Trevor pulled out a piece of bubble gum and tossed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

yes he likes bubble gum it was one of the little things he enjoys and can derive sweetness from because he got to be the one to taste it first, before the sweetness runs out.

Sound crazy right?"

A faint, almost invisible smirk touched his lips.

Trevor was always covered up in hoodie's and baggy he loves wearing loose clothes and hates showing skin even to his friends.

"Damn..." Rolex exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he came right into her mouth watching her swallow, he relaxed back into the chair. "That hit the spot."

He leaned forward, pulling Bianca closer briefly before letting her go.

She stood and instinctively moved toward Trevor but the moment their eyes met... she stopped

The cold look in his gaze was enough.

Without a word, she turned and made her way to Noah instead and settled on his lap she was not yet satisfied

The tension lingered for a second before fading.

Silence filled the room.

Then-

"School starts tomorrow," Rolex said casually, breaking it. "How about we throw a party tonight?"

Noah smirked. "Now that sounds like a good idea."

He turned his gaze toward Trevor. "What do you think?"

Trevor didn't even look at them.

"Do whatever you want."

And just like that, he stood up and walked out heading upstairs without another word.

**************

Back in the student lounges, everyone had begun settling in as instructed.

Rooms were claimed, Conversations filled the air.

Then suddenly A notification spread like wildfire.

Party at the Red Building. Tonight.

Excitement exploded instantly.

"Oh my goodness!" Tina squealed, clapping her hands together. "I can't wait to see my Trevor. I just know he missed me."

She leaned back dramatically, already lost in her own imagination.

Tina Lockwood the school's bold cheerleader, rude and sassy

Beautiful and Rich.

And used to getting whatever she wanted.

Beside her stood Lydia Matthews and Cathy Standes- friends, though it was obvious she treated them more like followers.

Their families were wealthy too... Just not as wealthy as Tina's.

And in her world That made all the difference.

"Of course he loves you," Lydia said quickly, forcing a smile. "Who wouldn't?"

Cathy nodded in agreement.

"Our very beautiful Tina."

Tina smiled proudly, completely convinced.

Claudia Jackson

^ Los Angeles, California ^

~ The Jackson Family Residence ~

Claudia Jackson was a very beautiful girl with a doll like face

She had large brown eyes framed by long, delicate lashes, a soft round face, and naturally full lips that gave her an almost innocent appearance.

Her figure was graceful, almost unreal, like something sculpted with care.

She got most of her beauty from her mother.

Except her hair.

Her mother had been blonde.

Claudia's was black deep and dark, just like her father's. From him, she had also inherited her height.

That was all she got from him.

Nothing more.

Two years ago, everything changed.

Her mother died in a car accident.

And with her... the warmth in their home disappeared.

Her father changed after that.

It was as if he blamed her like her existence somehow reminded him of what he had lost. He became distant, cold, and uninterested in anything that had to do with her.

Then, not long after, he remarried.

Mrs. Dara.

A woman with two daughters, Jessica and Gabriella.

Both just as unbearable as their mother.

From that moment, Claudia became invisible in her own home.

Her father stopped asking about her.

he doesn't care about her school, her feelings and anything concerning her life.

Sometimes, it felt like he forgot she even existed.

And for that Claudia hated him.

Now, she sat quietly in the principal's office, her posture calm, her expression innocent.

Too innocent.

If someone didn't know better, they would think she couldn't hurt a fly.

But looks were deceiving.

She had been found guilty of injuring a teacher-Mr. Smort.

And technically... she had.

But no one knew why.

Except her.

Mr. Smort had crossed a line, One he should have never even approached.

He had taken an interest in her-not as a student, but as something else entirely. His behavior became uncomfortable, inappropriate and disgusting.

When she ignored him, he failed her on a test she knew she had written correctly.

That was his mistake.

A big one.

Claudia knew reporting him wouldn't work. No one would believe her over a respected teacher.

So she handled it her own way.

The only way she knew how.

Earlier that day...

Everything had gone exactly as she planned.

She had set up a small prank beneath his chair, something harmless, but humiliating enough

The moment he sat down, flashing her that same mocking smile

Boom.

The chair burst apart beneath him, in the process tearing his pants

and the class erupted in laughter.

Mr. Smort scrambled up in shock, his composure shattered as he tried to gather himself, his embarrassment on full display.

No one helped him and no one pitied him and it was Because they don't like him.

Claudia had simply sat there... staring for once he got a taste of his own medicine.

But unfortunately for her the cameras had caught everything.

And now she was here.

"Now tell me, Claudia," the principal said, raising a brow. "Why did you do that to Mr. Smort?"

Claudia remained silent.

She could tell them the truth, she wanted to, but the moment she glanced at her father standing there, looking bored, and uninterested, like he couldn't wait to leave she stopped herself.

It didn't matter.

He wouldn't believe her anyway.

No one would.

So she gave the simplest answer she could think of. "Because I hate him."

With that, she stood up and walked out of the office without waiting for permission.

A minute later, her father stepped out, holding an envelope.

She didn't need to open it, because she already knew what was inside, a letter of her Expulsion... Again.

"I think you should go stay with your aunt Ophelia," he said flatly. "I'll call her when I get home."

He turned to leave.

But Claudia grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"You're not going to ask me why I did it?" she asked, her voice tight.

He said nothing, then slowly her grip loosened.

A bitter smile formed on her lips. "Do you hate me that much?" she whispered. "I guess... I shouldn't be surprised."

She let go completely, shaking her head.

"You do remember I'm your daughter, right?" Her voice cracked slightly. "Or did you forget that too?"

Still her father said nothing

She blinked back the tears threatening to fall.

"But you know what?" she continued, her voice rising now, filled with anger. "I'm leaving. I'm going to Aunt Ophelia's today. No... right now."

And just like she expected He walked away.

without a word.

Without a glance.

That was when the tears finally fell.

She stood there, wondering if this man was truly the same father she once knew... or if he had been pretending all along.

Because the man she loved would never treat her like this.

She didn't know how long she cried.

Minutes? Hours? It didn't matter.

Eventually, she stopped, wiped her tears and went home.

She packed her things quickly, ignoring the presence of her stepmother and her daughters.

She didn't need to look at them to know they were pleased.

Finally, She was leaving.

"Mom," Gabriella's mocking voice rang out. "Looks like the unwanted pest finally realized she doesn't belong here."

Claudia didn't respond, Didn't even look at her, because she knows she didn't worth it.

The drive to Aunt Ophelia's mansion felt longer than usual.

Maybe because this time It wasn't a visit.

She used to come here with her mother.

Back when things were still normal.

Aunt Ophelia had always been kind to her. She was her mother's younger sister, the last born and the closest thing Claudia had left to family.

She could have come here earlier but she didn't, Believing her father would change but She was wrong.

The large gates opened, and the car drove in.

Before it even came to a complete stop, Claudia saw her.

Standing at the entrance Waiting.

Aunt Ophelia.

The moment Claudia stepped out, her aunt's face lit up with warmth.

"Welcome home, Claudia, sweetie," she said softly, opening her arms.

And for the first time in a long while Claudia felt like she was finally somewhere she belonged.

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