The Bad Boy's Favorite Girl

Chapter one

Elena's pov

I abruptly woke up as the alarm blared. I couldn't help but think that the school I attended was incredibly demanding.

I forced myself out of bed and sluggishly made my way to the bathroom. Despite being a high-achieving student with excellent grades, it's safe to say that I only put in the effort to secure a future for myself.

After taking a longer-than-usual bath, I rummaged through my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. Unlike many girls, I wasn't particularly interested in makeup, fashion, and all those things.

I got all dressed up in loose-fitting pants and clothes, put my hair in a bun, and added a touch of powder to my face before heading out.

You might be wondering about my parents, right? Well, the simple answer is that my dad might have been knocked out at some bar and hasn't recovered yet, and as for my mom, I think she's having an amazing time with her special someone and didn't feel like coming back home.

Yes, I come from a dysfunctional family, which is one of the main reasons I had to stand up for myself and use my financial inability to support myself by becoming a stripper.

When I arrived at the school, there was a lot more traffic than last week, which indicated that the school year at Dreamville had officially started. Most Dreamville students had a very common habit of starting class later than usual.

Everyone headed to their lockers, grabbed their books, and headed down the hall to class.

I felt a bucket of water pour over my head as soon as I opened my locker. As everyone gawked at my situation, I overheard laughter in the hallway. I took my book and immediately went to the bathroom, ignoring the jeering.

It appears that I was aware that something similar would happen because I brought extra clothing. I changed out of my wet clothes and undressed.

Before leaving, I adjusted the glasses, which now completely encircled my face. As I was leaving, the bell that announced the start of classes rang.

I picked up the pace and didn't notice that someone else was in the same lane as me, so we collided and my books flew all over the place.

When I looked up, he was staring at me with a face laced with rage, which was my worst nightmare come true.

Even though I knew everything would work out in the end because it was not the first time something like this was happening, I still couldn't help but feel anxious.

He remarked, "The nerd suddenly lost her sight.". I apologized, looking at my watch, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.". You just earned a straight A for that insult, Mac... he praised himself. "Of course, you wouldn't see anyone because you are a total loser.".

He laughed and filled the remaining space between us as I held my books close to my chest and said, "Please, I'm sorry, and I'm running late for class.".

We are heading to the same class, nerdy, and guess what? You and I will be facing detention because...." He pulled back my hair, and once more my books fell.

Oh no, Mr. Dot Bully Mac is about to engage in yet another bullying session.

Since he began to bully me in my freshman year, I made up that name for him.

I didn't yell or scream for him to stop holding onto my hair, which led to me falling to the ground and hitting my ass. When he let go.

At least he was gentle and kind today.

Following his departure, I got up to quickly pack my books and return to the classroom.

Mr. James was already preparing his history lessons when I walked into the room, and as soon as he saw me, he uttered the dreaded phrase I had been waiting to hear.

After letting out a sigh, I moved to my seat. "Mac, I appreciate you being such a jerk," I said inwardly.

I was writing down some terms I had seen on the board in my history book when a piece of paper smacked against the back of my head. What a fool, what a fool.

Mac's pov

I was used to getting in trouble and having detention, but this time, I decided to skip it and go to my friend's house instead.

Dan, Noah, Justin, and I were best of friends and also the most popular guys in school, and it seemed like every girl wanted to be with us.

Dan questioned, "Were you guys aware?, and I took a sip of vodka before asking what he meant.

He excitedly told us that Diamond Foxx, a well-known person, would be returning to work at the strip club today. We all cheered with joy.

Let me give you a little detail of who Diamond Foxx is.

She was the epitome of a fierce American stripper who could easily arouse any guy. Her dance moves were exceptional, and many guys would do anything to experience her services.

"So, who's up for hitting the strip club tonight?" Dan asked, and we all enthusiastically raised our hands.

"Awesome, let's meet up at 9 pm. I heard if we can secure quick reservations, we might even get the chance to enjoy Diamond Foxx's services," Dan added.

I was so excited for tonight. Finally, I would get to witness Diamond Foxx's mesmerizing dancing all over me.

It was my first time, and I knew it was all thanks to the guys who made early reservations.

As the night fell, we arrived at the most popular strip club in Brooklyn. The atmosphere was oozing with sensuality as we entered the room.

We made our way to the front row and took turns paying a few bucks before Daimond Foxx's grand entrance. And then, the moment arrived.

The curtains unveiled, revealing the stunning Diamond Foxx, gracefully making her way towards us, she is such a Diamond I couldn't help but think to myself.

"Damn, Justin couldn't contain his excitement.

"Hell yeah, you can say that again. Said Noah" Noah's New York accent cleared the way during his speech, and I couldn't help but be impressed by it. But for now, let's return to Diamond Foxx.

She skillfully worked the poles, hanging upside-down and moving seductively. The song playing in the background added to the sensual vibe. And then, "Dan pointed out the obvious-Diamond Foxx walked right up to Justin and gave him a steamy lap dance."

Justin's expression was priceless, filled with pure pleasure, and who could blame him? It's Diamond Foxx, after all.

Then it was Noah's turn, and he had this satisfied grin on his face as Diamond rocked him hard. I watched as Noah slipped a dollar bill into her panties.

And finally, Dan was up next, trembling with joy. Diamond Foxx gave him an intense performance, and the poor guy couldn't contain himself as he became so hard.

I could see the disappointment written all over his face as Diamond Foxx finished giving him the lap dance, and we burst into laughter. "It's not even funny," he said; As I replied to him.

"Bro, I promise we're not laughing at you for real." In a way that made him even more frustrated.

I was getting ready for Diamond Foxx, but she unexpectedly moved away, leaving me in disbelief.

"Hey, you!!!!!! I paid for this too!!" She didn't even acknowledge me.

"What the heck just happened?" Dan asked, looking just as surprised as I felt.

Elena's pov

I chuckled as I saw the disappointment on his face when I walked away.

Afterward, I went straight to my boss's office and interrupted her work.

She looked up at me, clearly annoyed by the interruption. "Hey Diamond, to what do I owe this sudden visitation?" she asked.

I explained that I wanted to request a refund for a customer in the front row.

She paused, dropped her pen, and stared at me, folding her hands.

"Did the customer try to force himself on you?" She asked.

"Yeah, he tried to harass me," I fibbed.

My boss agreed to give me a refund and instructed me to throw the money at the guy.

I walked back to the front row and tossed the dollar bills at Mac.

He was shocked and exclaimed, but I ignored him and was about to leave when he grabbed my hand and shook me forcefully.

''You must give me the damn lap dance!!!!" He said with a straight voice.

It was enough for him to behave as he usually did when he bullied me in class.

Despite his friends trying to intervene, he held onto my arm tightly, causing me to wince in pain.

It almost caused a scene until the security personnel arrived and separated us.

They escorted Mac out of the club, and I felt a sense of relief.

Mac wasn't going to receive my services. Not after how he bullies me at school.

Once he was gone, I continued dancing proficiently for other available customers.

Chapter two

Mac's pov

Diamond was happy to perform a lap dance for Dan and my other friends, but she shied away from me, and I was incensed at her for doing so.

Because of how grating the situation was, I was disgusted by everyone and everything.

I had a particular smirk on my face as I struggled to get some sleep when a thought came to mind.

Diamond, you have to give me those lap dances. I'll make sure of that.

The next day at school, I tried to ignore my friends talking about the strip club from last night.

When Mr. James walked into the classroom, everyone fell silent as he started writing notes on the board.

"Hello, everyone good morning to you all" Mr. James greeted the class, and everyone responded enthusiastically.

"I'll be assigning projects to each of you. It's a valuable way to develop your subject skills and improve your communication abilities," he explained, causing a buzz of conversation among the students.

I didn't care about the partner assigned to me. One thing was for sure, I wasn't going to tackle the assignment on my own.

"Tisha and Isabella," the two sluts I had been intimate with, stood up with a displeased expression as they faced Mr. James.

"Neo and David"

"Mac and Elena" I heard the names and noticed Elena's reaction, her body tensing up at the thought of being paired with me.

But I couldn't care less about her feelings.

I had strong negative feelings towards her for various reasons, and one of them was because she was a nerd. I had a strong dislike for nerdy people.

After class, I went up to her, and my mere presence seemed to make her feel intimidated, even without her facing me.

"You're going to be handling the project alone," I said, noticing the scowl on her face before it turned blank.

"But Mr. James said it would be a team of two," I moved closer to her, observing her composed demeanour suddenly shift to one of concern.

"Listen, very well, nerdy girl, you dare question my statement. This should be the last time you speak back to me."

I warned her before I left to join friends in whatever they were doing.

Justin, Noah, and Dan were sitting in the car, each of them holding up a phone, likely checking out the most recent Facebook activity.

"Guys, heard there is a new guy in town. Rumour has it that he is freaking rich" One thing about my friends; they know how to easily get the latest information in Brooklyn.

"Yeah, I heard he might show up in Dreamville, but we're not sure yet." I got tired of the chatter and hopped in the backseat.

"What's wrong, Mac?"

"He is still dwelling on Diamond ignoring him at the club yesterday," Dan teased, which made me furious.

However, I said, "Not funny."

"But seriously, why did she give everyone a lap dance and ignore you?" Noah questioned; With a confused expression written all over his face.

"Perhaps she's familiar with you," Justin shrugged and added.

"Diamond Foxx? Know me? That's ridiculous! She's the top-notch stripper in Brooklyn, and people even travel from Kansas City just to experience her." So how could she possibly know me? That's impossible.

"Looks like you might have crossed paths with Diamond before," Dan hinted as well.

What are they saying? How could they think that I have met with Diamond Foxx before, gosh my friends can be annoying and at the same time senseless at times.

" Alright, alright guys, I get it! Time for a breather," and stop going on with her name please I groaned, plugging in my ear pods and cranking up some classic Beatles tunes.

Elena's pov

As I was getting dressed for work, my boss walked in and patiently waited for me to finish.

She stood by the door and acknowledged, "Diamond, I must admit that you're my top-notch stripper."

"I truly value the effort and commitment you bring to this job." Her words carried great significance for me.

My boss does not often give praise, but when she does, it comes straight from the heart, no doubt about it.

"So, I just got a call a few minutes ago about this super wealthy dude who heard about you.

He wants me to tell you about a mind-blowing contract worth a hundred grand!" I paused for a moment, trying to process what she had just said.

"Did I hear you correctly? You mentioned a jaw-dropping amount of a hundred thousand dollars?" I asked, needing confirmation.

"No way! I can't believe someone would offer such a mind-blowing amount to a stripper!" I exclaimed, sharing in your disbelief.

I may be being paranoid, but I've never made $100,000 in a night at the club, and most of the time, I have to wait until the end of the month to collect a total of $8,000, which is less than the amount being brought to the table.

"Additionally, he gave you the directive to only work for him. "

I feel like I already like this guy a little.

Sounds like serving him alone would not only be exciting but also enjoyable and a welcome break from dealing with drunk customers.

"Then, are you in?" she questioned.

"Naturally, I'm interested. I couldn't miss such a nice opportunity."

"Great, he's coming tomorrow. Just a reminder, be on top of your game and remember the rules: no casual conversations with customers and no revealing your identity," she said as she left.

I sighed, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

Life can be tough for some, and unfortunately, I found myself in that category.

Growing up with an alcoholic parent and a promiscuous mother was tough for any child, but I managed to develop resilience at a young age.

I remember a time when I experienced physical abuse from some of the men my mom brought home. It was a challenging and traumatic experience.

Life can be unpredictable, and, indeed, fate often surprises us with unexpected twists and turns. We never know what's in store for us.

Putting aside the memories of the past, I let out a sigh and adorned my iconic golden mask.

It was my trademark, acquired from a special store, and it became synonymous with Diamond Foxx, the most alluring presence on the pole.

Mac's pov

Just another dull day at school, I hate it. Sometimes I question why I even bother showing up.

Noah and Dan are skipping, probably having a fun time with some gorgeous Brooklyn bitches.

While I was trying to pay attention to Mr James' lessons, I suddenly felt a touch that caught me off guard. I turned to see Tisha with a seductive smile on her face.

What are you doing?

I muttered to her, she didn't reply but simply licked her lips and kept massaging my dick, which caused Mac Jr.'s pride for being touched, to spring up.

She took her hands off my dick, grabbed a pen, scribbled words on a piece of paper, and handed it to me.

Please allow me to suck your cock, she wrote on the piece of paper.

She licked her lips once more as I raised an eyebrow at her, in a major way.

When I looked around the classroom, I saw that everyone was listening intently to Mr. James' remarks, so I urged her to get started right away.

I observed as she approached the desk, unhooked the belt on my pants, and then playful started caressing my dick. As she was touching my member, I groaned a little.

As I closed my eyes to bask in the bliss Tisha was giving me, the idea of hoping this class would end vanished from my mind.

I wanted to scream aloud as her warm Silva encircled every square inch of my member at the moment she put my dick in her mouth.

Beneath the locker, I was certain that Mr James wouldn't notice the pure pleasure that Tisha was giving me.

I firmly believed that, out of all the people I had been blown off by, Tisha would go down as legendary. Any young, physically fit guy would want to die with her flawless performance on my dick.

Tisha didn't seem to be finished yet because I felt something soft caress my dick, which caused the fluids to quickly want to come out, but I had mastered the art of holding it in until I was ready to release.

With her melons, she continued to caress every inch of my dick as she moved back and forth. Normally, I would have been urging my sexual partner to proceed with a little growling, but since I was in class, I had to keep it quiet and ensure no one noticed what was going on.

Mr. James suddenly asked, "Mac, please stand up and explain to us who Odin was, in Norse mythology."

I realised right then that I was in a kind of bad situation in a sort of big way.

Chapter three

Mac's pov

Death, taxes, and the fact that I was about to show my dick to the class for admiration are unavoidable for me now.

Mr. James said, folding his hands and looking at me suspiciously, "I am waiting, Mac.

Tisha had stopped what she was doing because she was afraid of being discovered, and it seemed her instincts were right.

I was just about to stand up when the door opened, and Dan walked in late to class. This caught Mr James' attention, and I took the opportunity to quickly fix my pants before he looked back at me.

Without Dan knowing it, he had always saved the day.

"Wouldn't be shocked if you're late again. It's become a regular thing for you, so detention," Mr. James said to Dan, who didn't seem bothered by being late.

"Hey Mac, are you going to get up or should I give you detention?" Mr. James questioned. I smirked and smoothly stood up, relieved that everything was back to normal and my dick would no longer be displayed to the whole class.

"Uhmm... I... sorry, could you repeat the question? I wasn't paying attention." I said to Mr James.

"Hey Mac, what's up with you? Why are you so unfocused lately? Mr James asked me. "One thing about Mr. James is that he can be like a guardian sometimes."

Yeah, it's not shocking that he's not getting any younger. Time keeps moving for all of us.

I complained, already getting annoyed by his conversations, "You didn't let me answer the damn question before you went full 'guardian' on me."

"Why am I not surprised? I won't ask again, so please take a seat. I sincerely hope that you participate in the project that I assigned to Elena and you because if you don't, I'll be forced to inform the principal about miscreants like you."

'Why did this man think he could boss me around? He needs to chill out' I scoffed.

"Elena dear, please don't be afraid to let me know about any of his odd behaviors."Is that okay?" Mr James asked, I observed as the nerd girl nervously looked at me before speaking.

"Uhmmm, sure thing!" I heard her say in response.

Mr. James kept droning on in his boring class, and I completely lost interest. As I sat down, I noticed Tisha was still below the desk.

I can say with certainty that this b*tch will kill me or be the cause of my death.

After class, we went to the cafeteria, and let me tell you, I couldn't eat anything. I was still angry about Mr. James embarrassing me in front of everyone in the class.

"Hey! What was that about?" Justin asked as he sat down next to Dan, who was chowing down on his food.

"I was having such a great time, and then that awful teacher had to go and ruin it," I explained to Justin.

"Hold on a sec, I realized Tisha wasn't sitting close to you all of a sudden," Justin said, giving me a suspicious look.

Dan almost choked on his food at what I just said, "That's because she was below me! She was blowing me off."

He said, staring up at the sky, "Damn! A blowjob in class, why am I dreaming of such a moment?" I laughed.

I looked over at Justin and noticed he was unusually silent. I wondered why he was so quiet. "Hey, Justin, are you there?" I asked, snapping my fingers.

"Sorry about that; you won't believe I'm hard on right now;" he said. I looked at him in shock.

"Hold on, a second. I looked around the cafeteria but couldn't find a chick worth getting hard on.

"It's the fact that Tisha had blown you off that got me all hard at the moment."He said as Dan and I both burst out laughing.

Who in the world gets a hard boner just listening to tales of his friend? Yes... You answered it right, Justin.

Elena's pov

"After class, I headed straight home, avoiding Mac because his intense glare made me anxious about what he might do if he caught up with me."

"When I arrived home, I was surprised to see my mom there, and there wasn't a guy around."

"Seems like someone decided to keep men out of their life today." I thought to myself.

Walking into the living room, I spotted her engrossed in a Netflix show, and as soon as she saw me, a big smile spread across her face.

"Hey, darling! Welcome back! How was your day at school?" She asked me.

"Oh no, someone better dial 911 because there's a fake mom in the house!" I exclaimed.

She couldn't possibly have just asked about my school activities.

My mother never gave a damn about how I managed to endure numerous acts of bullying or how long I stayed in school.

She was only interested in men and how much money she could make After having sex with them.

"Alright," I grumbled, making my way to my room before she called me back.

"What?" I questioned, feeling frustrated and exasperated; Not wanting to speak to her.

She told me to sit down, motioning to the couch across from her. I let out a frustrated sigh and reluctantly sat down.

"Look, sweetie, I'm aware that I haven't been the best parent. But I promise to do my best to change for the better."

"Way to go!" I responded. She had said this before, not just once, but multiple times. My mom had a habit of flipping from resentment to change in an instant.

"I mean it, sweetie. I'm already taking action to make a change. Check it out-I'm at home on a Thursday afternoon, watching Netflix."

"Yeah, that's totally what a responsible parent should be doing, right?" I asked in disbelief.

I got up from the couch, feeling exhausted, and silently left the living room without saying anything to her.

Until she followed through with the change she was talking about, I couldn't trust anything she said nor would I be fooled by her actions.