Chapter Nine

The next day in school. Meet John Jackson. The worst of them all. The feared of them all.

He owns the school. He owns the girls. When he walks. He gets what he wants. And Amber William. Standing. All by herself. Somewhere beside the lockers. He comes to her.

Yet from a distance. Lukas Scottville stares.

And John Jackson. As brave as he is. Lays a hand on her. On Amber William. The so most called. Darkest of them all.

His hand bounces. To and from her rear. A place no one has touched before. Her behind. Her precious. As she feels the lightning. Shoot out of his hand. Deep into her.

She turns her eye. To see the one who has touched her. And it is him! The worst of them all. Yet the most charming of all. John Jackson.

And his hand rubs on her. She feels the touch. Light as a feather. And he feels her skin. Soft as wool. And her flesh. Fragile under his touch.

He stares into her eyes. "I like how tight this skirt is on you." he says. And she swallows hard. She can feel the rush of sparks down her spine.

And her blood rushes through her.

But a voice cuts the moment. It's Lukas Scottville. The perfect of them all. Or maybe the once seen so.

"Hands off! She has a boyfriend!" he shouts. At the top of his lungs. And the worst of them all turns to him. In rage and fury.

Just before another word. A fist flies. Out from nowhere. Out of the blue. And catches the eye. That of the one. The perfect of them all.

And he tumbles back. Weak to the knees. And pain shooting. Out of his eye.

Even before he can find himself. Another flies to his nose. Spinning his whole world. And taking him to the ground. Injecting a sudden headache.

"Never mess with me again!" John Jackson says. And turns to leave. Leaving a kiss on Amber William's cheek.

She feels beautiful. And warm on the inside.