The Queen of Bullies Being Bullied

"What the fuck are you lookin' at?!"

Nicole snapped at a nerd-looking boy as she passed by the corridor. Being caught by her piercing eyes, even if just by pure mistake or just an unintentional movement of the eye. She was having a bad day again today. Well, to everyone around her, she is always in a bad mood and always having a bad day. But today, she really had it her worst. Maybe it's her aunt flow's visit on its way coming over this month. Aside from that, she just found out. Her parents won't be home again for a month-long due to a business trip abroad. She is an only child. Her parents are the well-known business tycoons in the capital, so she is living and is treated like a princess. But they are busy all the time. She is full of superficial things, and she lives her life in luxury, but she is emotionally craved. Indeed, no one can have everything in life.

Nicole Parker.

She is hot, rich, and deadly smart. Being a genius with an IQ level of 153, she was accelerated from her classes that she graduated High School at the age of sixteen. Now, she's in her second year in Neurobiology, and she will be celebrating her birthday in two days' time, but her parents aren't going to be with her again. Yes, again. They always seem to be busy all the time, even on family events where they are supposed to be spending time together. As if they would starve if they ever take a rest and have a nice meal with her on her birthday.

As her way to retaliate, a way to get their attention, she became rebellious. But she is so rebellious that she seems to be angry about every little thing all the time. She would bully people around her. From home to school and everywhere she may be. Their maids and menservants couldn't last long working for them because she would always make things difficult and drive them to give up and quit. Only a few who had been with them ever since she was a kid can stand her tantrums, look over things, stay to serve her family, or serve her almost most of the time. Her nanny, now a lady in her early fifties, understands her more than her parents. And she is the only person Nicole ever gives in to, hears out, and trusts. She started making trouble at school when she was in mid-school.

Ever since then, she has been known to be the "Queen of Bullies." Nobody dares to reprimand, discipline, nor offend her. Her temper is the worst anyone can ever encounter. She is a bitch to everyone. She oppressed and bullied everyone that pricked her eyes. Boys and girls. Students and teachers, no one has ever managed to win over her. She rarely, or rather, never smiles. She seems annoyed when she sees people with slow understanding. Even the teachers can't escape from her measuring gazes when they are in front of the class lecturing. They feel like walking on eggshells during their lectures, uneasy, knowing they have to be very aware that they are sure their information is accurate, or else, Nicole will absolutely interfere. And interfering means embarrassing them in front of the class. No matter how many or little the count of students there is.

Yet, despite all these facts, many boys drool over her. Men of all ages fantasize about being her lover. It is common knowledge for everyone that she sleeps with whoever she fancies sleeping with. There have even been gossips that she sleeps with the teachers when she feels like it. No one dares to come clean, deny or admit it. So no one except those who are involved can tell whether it is really true or not. Nicole doesn't care. Being talked about, even in this way, is already attention she would love to have. She deals with them in ways she will enjoy. She would even play along sometimes. While the men involved in the issue feel honored to have their names attached to hers on a gossip. It boosts their masculinity.

Her bad mood needs to be appeased. She has to do something or find someone who she can vent her rage into. That poor nerd guy in the hallway was too misfortunate to get caught by her eyes, but Nicole lost interest in him because he backed down very quickly.

She arrived at her classroom, and a new face caught her eyes again.

"Hey, meet me at the gym later at three o'clock!" Nicole knocked on the desk of the guy she saw interesting today.

"Me?" The guy was startled to look up and see her face.

"Yes, you. Any problem?" With one eyebrow up, she provocatively asked. She liked that he was trying to reason out, unlike the other guy earlier who would easily fold before her.

"I.... I still have a class at three," the guy stuttered. He was surprised. He didn't know Nicole as he had just transferred yesterday from a distant city.

"Do you think I care? If you make me wait for even a second, I will make your life a living hell!"

That was all she said before walking to her seat. The students around quietly glanced at one another. They can't even make a hissing sound as they know it would offend or annoy Nicole. If that happens, not only will the new guy be in a hot seat, but everyone else.

The guy was unaware as he didn't hear anyone say anything. He didn't take Nicole's threat as seriously as everybody else. A fact that he was totally clueless.

Mike Wilson.

The new guy at school. Strikingly handsome with a face that can replace a model in a top-rated fashion magazine. A deliciously sexy body of a swimmer athlete. Wide shoulder blades, firm chest, narrow waist, and long-legged feature. One could wonder if he came from Olympus and he's one of the Gods himself. His piercing blue eyes are cold but inviting to stare at. His prominent nose accentuates the perfect shape of his face. His thin upper lips look equitable to his full lower lips. His curly raven hair intensifies his manly tanned complexions. He just moved to the new city because his only family, his big brother, was relocated as a swimming instructor at the Green Valley Senior High. He didn't have to worry about being a newbie here. He was confident he could ask his bro for help in case he needed it.

Later that day, while Mike was walking down the pathway from his calculus class, he was heading back home after a long day. He is a transferee, so he has to deal with many things today. He had to familiarize himself with the school map of where and which buildings and rooms he should go to. It wasn't draining his energy, but it consumed so much of his time walking around and introducing himself to his professors. It was already mid of the first semester, so he had to come forward to them to get into their classes and be recognized and make sure his name was on their records.

But a group of well-built men surrounded him. He tried to ignore them and avoid getting into a fight, but they seemed to block his way purposely. They don't look like students, but Mike cannot tell what and who they are precisely. He tried to get through them. He turned to walk to his right, blocked and to his left, blocked. He tried to turn around. There was also someone blocking him from the back. He paused and looked around him. There were five of them blocking him. He checked their postures. He can tell if anyone is a combat fighter by looking at how they stand. He is a Hapkido fighter. He can take them down with his bare hands and whatever weapon the surroundings can provide. But as these kinds of skills require discipline, Mike did not want to start or to easily jump into fights like this. Patience is next to discipline. As much as possible, staying out of trouble is always the best solution.

"Who are you?" Mike stood firm on his ground. He made them aware that he was not intimidated by their presence in any way, not even in the slightest.

The guy right in front of Mike was equally unyielding. "You don't need to know. You just have to come. Now it's up to you if you wanna walk or we drag you to get there". The guys started to roll their sleeves. Letting Mike know they will actually do as they said.

They were Nicole's security team, her bodyguards. Being the only child of the Parker's, she is also in constant danger that her parents had hired a security team to protect her. It was part of their contract to bend on her every wish. And now, just two of their team members were with her while the rest of them were ordered to bring this guy, Mike Wilson, to where she is right now.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I have somewhere else I better be." Mike declined. He is not a pushover. Never. New school or not, that isn't even have anything to do with everything.

"I don't think you understand." The guy answered again. He must be the leader of this group as he seems to answer and talk to all his comrades all the time. "We are just sent to get you, and we cannot disobey, so you choose. Do you wanna walk by yourself, or shall we all drag you there?" His iron-willed countenance clearly tells that he is not playing around.

"Just tell me first, where are you taking me?" He asked in a "don't-give-me-bullshit" tone. He wasn't scared if they get into a physical fight, he may not win because there are five of them, but he is damn sure they will go home with equally bruised faces and broken bones if they try to provoke him.

"Gym." That was the only answer he got. Then a beautiful face flashed his mind. That girl told him to meet her at the gym and said she would make his life a living hell if he even made her wait for a second.

"Is the girl still waiting for me there?" With eyes wide, he stopped from his steps and ran to go to the gym.

The guys who came to get him were flabbergasted. Wasn't he so eager to die? Why did he run to where Nicole is? Did he know wrath is waiting for him there? They couldn't wait to watch what was going to happen, so they ran after him.

"Hey, I told you I still have a class at three. Why did you wait for me?" Mike came rushing to Nicole, who was caught off guard by his sudden intrusion. She frowned when she saw the five bodyguards she ordered to get this new guy. They look stupid to her sight. They looked like boys who were waiting for a good show.

"Get the hell out of here!" She ordered them out of the gym. "I want you to guard the entrance five meters away from the door! Do you understand?"

The bodyguards felt disappointed. They won't get the chance to see what is going to happen to this stupid guy. They can only comply with Nicole's orders. So with heavy feet, they headed out of the gym.

"And you!". She grabbed Mike by the collar. "Didn't I tell you I will make your life a living hell? Do you want me to prove you my words?"

"I am sorry, but you can't blame me, it's my first day at school. I can't cut on my classes just like that." He tried to apologize, holding Nicole's grabbing hands. Nicole felt like she had touched a live wire for a moment and quickly let go of his collar in her hands. She even thought, 'did he have a stun gun with him?' But she was sure there wasn't anything in his hand.

"How about I buy you dinner as an apology?" Mike was so sincere that Nicole couldn't help laughing - a laugh that conveyed contempt and mockery. She gave him a scathing look from head to toe. This guy seems to humor her. She was enraged, waiting for almost three hours, but she actually needed time of her own, or else she would end up barking at everyone that pricks her sight.

"Are you dumb? I ask them to bring you here to face my wrath. Why would I eat dinner with you? Do you think you can afford what kind of meals I eat?" She shook her hands in disgust, belittling him.

"Oh, so you're a super-rich girl, huh?" Mike quickly realized and understood that she was, in all awareness, bullying him. "I can see why you are so dominating, bull-headed, and painstakingly stubborn," Mike stated his words like he was explaining a basic math equation. So calm. Nonsarcastic and straight to the point. He even nodded while saying all those words to her. As if he realized something Nicole didn't know about.

Nicole's blood boiled in anger. Nobody has ever dared and lived to tell any of those words he just said to her. Her right hand lifted to slap his left cheek, but Mike caught her hand in the air.

"I don't hurt women. Especially not a lovely lady like you. Regardless if polite or rude." He held her firmly by the wrist and drew his face close to hers as he said those words ever so slowly, as if she wouldn't understand if he said them a beat faster. She hated Mike for what he said, and her anger hadn't been fully expressed yet, so she lifted her left hand to strike again, and Mike was caught off guard. He underestimated the little girl's will to slap him.

His other hand cupped his slapped face, and with burning eyes, he held her both hands and kept them behind her with one hand. Then his hand moved from his own face to cup her face, looking like he was thinking how to give her back the slap she gave him when suddenly he pinched her chin and unceremoniously kissed her. He was mad. Had she been of the same gender with him, he would have punched back. But since she is a girl, he had to think of ways to get back to her physically but not through hand-in-hand combat.

She tried to escape his advances, but her hands couldn't break free from his tight grip, and he hugged her so close that even if she lifted her legs to kick him, it didn't reach anywhere fatal to his body. She tried biting him, but he pinned her jaw and chin down that her teeth couldn't grab the flesh of his lips to bite. He must have been so enraged that he did not let her get any chance to slip off from his punishing hold and kisses. When he paused for a breath, she was about to curse him, but her mouth was attacked again by his deepened, invading kisses. Mike loved her taste that he couldn't let go of her. He was just going to punish her for that one slap she successfully gave him but having a taste of her drove him to the desire of wanting more. His kisses changed from being oppressive to inviting, massaging her tongue with his, enticing sword fight with each other.

Nicole, who was furious at his insolence that she really wanted him dead right now, became equally punishing. She fought him back by mimicking his every move. Their kisses turned burning hot, passionate, torrid, demanding, and intense. They both demand to surrender, but no one wants to be the first to back down. Nicole got lost in his kisses that she didn't notice herself kissing him equally fervent back. When Mike noticed her giving in to his kisses, he slowly let his grip loose. Their hands moved around, touching each other. Mike found her firm rounded breasts under her clothes. He played with her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. They turned pebbled and practically hard in arousal. He lifted her shirt to taste her tempting pink tits, making Nicole moan softly in pleasure. He was so lost in the ecstasy of her beauty that he couldn't help wishing to see more of her refined pinkish skin. It was undeniable to see that her way of living is above the ordinary. The softness, the fragrance, the texture of her whole body stand witness to her claim of being a rich girl. He looked her in the eye as if asking for her consent to let him undress her. And being lost in the delight of his warm kisses and touch, she nodded. She was biting her lips in a more profound excitement. She was petite with round squeezy boobs. Nicole has her mom's genes of having double D cup sizes for her breasts. She actually disliked it being too large for her liking as they can also be so heavy and finding size for her clothes when shopping can be very tiring. She has to do yoga to maintain her body posture, or else her spine might bend due to her breast's weight. But seeing how Mike was worshipping them with his touch, tongue, lips, and even teeth, as he playfully bites on them, she is feeling heavenly. Mike slowly laid Nicole down on the floor. It was the end of summer, so the cemented floor was starting to get cold, but with the burning fire of passion consuming them, they couldn't feel any cold. Nicole feels good. If she would even be honest to herself alone, she is feeling divine. She has tried making out with anybody she wants to make out with, but Mike's touch was different from any of her previous experiences. He was burning her from the inside out. Her defenses weaken at his every touch. Lips and hands. She wants to feel more of him. She loves how Mike brings her over the moon with his lips and tongue.

"Mmmmm....ahh...mmmm," were the only sounds audible around them as Mike explored her desirable body. Her skin feels so smooth and smells divine to touch, seducing him to cover with kisses and love bites. Nicole felt so hot that she took the initiative to take off her remaining clothes. Only her panties remained. Mike stared at the beauty underneath him, and with pure lust, he ran his fingers on her skin. From her delicate and already flushed red face, down her neck to her chest following the centerline of her abs to her navel and down her thighs, giving Nicole an indescribable feeling of longing for more of his sensual touch.

"Please.... Touch me..." she pleaded with hooded eyes. "Kiss me..."

Her hands moved to caress him everywhere she could reach. From his face, his chest, his butt, and she slowly moved her hands to his abdomen, going agonizingly down... farther... down south...

"Fuck!!!" He groaned in delight. He reached out for her hand, which was about to touch Mike. He led her hands to his now bulging erection inside his pants. "This is what you do to me, do you know that?" His voice cannot hide the lust in him. He was flushed, and the wanton in his eyes was apodictic. There was even a shade of emotion that tells Nicole, in a lovely and convincing way that, "he needs her." She felt sweet being needed. She had never had such a warming sensation of being needed by someone. Not even by her parents. Adding to that, because of her well-known character and personality, no one wants to befriend her. She had never felt such a feeling before. And it fascinates her so much. She traced the contour of his erect manhood, still inside his pants.