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Read moreThis story started off as “Unf**kable”. I titled the story this way because of the first chapter and because while Amazon has a super-intense filter, I have literally no filter at all. If you want my WILDEST and most unfiltered story to-date, you absolutely NEED to get into this saga. SIX books coming to Amazon this year all starting with this one…
When a black girl from America wins a scholarship to a posh British college, her admission to Oxford university depends on her good grades and good behavior. As the only black girl at her school, Liberty Jones attracts all the wrong kinds of attention…
The worst comes from the king of Rapetti Academy’s campus — Benjamin Fox. He’s ridiculously rich, ridiculous hot and dating Liberty’s bitchiest frenemy. So off-limits in every sense of the word…
A shocking night exposes Ben’s huge secret and brings the unlovable campus target into the arms of her even more unlovable bully.
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Unlovable (Book #1) British Bully Series by Jamila Jasper A British bully romance series set in England. A black American girl wins a scholarship to a prestigious college and she must complete her A Level exams before attending Oxford university. Making it through the Academy comes with its own problems when a cruel bully makes Liberty Jones the object of his affections.
Chapter 1: Unf**kable
Finding a spot in the caf was the worst part of the day. After three weeks here, I should have gotten used to it -- the stares, the whispers, the snide remarks exhaled by other Year 12s and Year 13s about my shoes, my uniform, or most recently, my hair. I should have had friends after the third week. The only person I could even call a friend was Joan, and she never ate in the caf. She stuffed an apple into her bag and hurried to the library where she spent the rest of the afternoon after classes.
Today, I promised myself I wouldn't let eating alone bother me. I grabbed an apple, some haddock and asparagus spears, and a sad helping of baked beans before finding a table in the corner of the room. To get to that safe haven amongst a sea of sharks, I had to pass the rugby boys table, the art freaks (I was a bigger freak than any of them), and the popular girls. I held my head high and gripped my tray, prepared to ignore any jibes that might be thrown in my direction.
"Eating alone, loser?" Beth Whittaker jibed.
I ignored her and passed her table, prepared to pass the art freaks who at their worst would throw a helping of baked beans in my direction, but weren't like to do any worse. I lucked out. They barely looked up from their phones. A glance over at Jamie Douglas' phone told me they were working on a late assignment and too busy to take notice of me.
The last table would be the hardest for me to get past. Rugby boys. They hated me as much as I hated them. Scratch that, they hated me more. I sucked my stomach in unconsciously before passing them as if I could shrink myself so small that they wouldn't notice me. My hands tightened around my tray and my apple nervously slid around the edge of the tray. I was nearly past them when he spoke.
"Liberty Jones. Why don't you have a seat with us."
I froze, prepared to melt into the floor. I took another step and he flipped his chair around sticking out his leg."Oi, what are you, deaf? I'm talking to you."
I faced him, inhaling sharply."Yes, Ben. I can hear that. I'm going to my seat."
"Right, then."
He pulled out the empty chair next to him. A quick scan of his table led me to identify the missing teammate."What about Jezza?"
"He's meeting Miss Beauchamp for French practice."
The other boys at the table snickered. My cheeks grew hot.
"He'll be back any minute I'm sure."
I stepped over Ben's outstretched leg when he reached forward and grabbed my hand, nearly unbalancing the tray from my hand."Careful!" I snapped.
"Sit. Now."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll embarrass you in front of everyone."
His mate Theo laughed."It'll be a laugh, mate. Do it."
Ben smirked, visibly disinterested in Theo's suggestion and entirely obsessed with one outcome: getting me to obey him. I refused."I'm not going to sit. I don't care if you tip my tray."
"Perhaps you'll care if I pull your skirt down, then."
His hand reached for my uniform skirt. He tugged on the blue and green tartan so the elastic waistband loosened around my waist."You wouldn't dare," I hissed.
By now, we'd attracted the attention of a few onlookers. The popular girls, Blair and Chanel stared at us.
"What would your girlfriend think about you pulling my skirt down in front of the entire caf?"
"She'd dump me... but then she'd take me back. I know how to treat her right."
"More like eat her right," Theo laughed, following up with a lewd gesture."Sit. Now," Ben ordered again, his grip on my skirt tightening.
By now, even the art students stared up from their phones in rapt attention at whatever I planned to do next. I had no choice. Humiliate myself -- again -- or obey him. I set my tray down on the rugby boys table and sat next to Ben.
I'm so going to regret this, I thought to myself. Ben pushed my chair in almost like a gentleman.
"Good girl," he whispered into my ear.
I clenched the sides of my tray, fighting the urge to throw my apple at him.
"Now boys, let's have some fun with this one."
"Aye mate," Liam McTavish leaned in and reached for the haddock on my plate with his fork, "We shall."
"You're going to pick who Theo's going to lose his virginity to this weekend," Ben announced.I slammed my fork on my tray and scowled as if that would do any good.
"Wanker! I'm not a bloody virgin," Theo griped."You are a virgin. Almost getting it up for Claire at the Yule Party last year doesn't make you experienced."
I wanted to disappear. Everyone in the cafeteria who wasn't at the table was whispering about us. I could hear bits and pieces of what they said echoing around the room. I hated it. I hated more how blissfully unaware the dickheads at my table were about the entire thing. Maybe they just didn't care about gossip. They played rugby after all. Everyone talked about them. Everyone."Libby," Ben yanked my attention back to the task at hand, "Who do you think he should lose it to, Priscilla or Ellie."
"I dunno. Doesn't the girl usually get a say."
"Nobody says no to a rugby boy," Ben replied.He deserved a good kick in the nuts.
Liam polished off my haddock and with a mouthful of the foul white fish, he pointed his fork at me.
"What about her."
"Libby?" Ben scoffed."Yeah. She's American. They're easy."
Theo scowled."No way, mate. My mum would kill me if I brought home a black girl."
"I'm right here, you cunt," I snapped.Theo shrugged.
"I'm being honest."
Ben smirked."Calm down, Libs. And Liam, no. He can't fuck Libby this weekend. I mean come on, look at her... She's... unfuckable."
I slammed my fork down on the table and shot to my feet."You are such a fucking twat!"
Ben grinned. Everyone stared at me. Everyone. He got exactly what he wanted -- my public humiliation. I sat down and smoothed my skirt, trying to play it cool. But it wasn't cool. Nothing about it was cool. Liam broke the silence by laughing.
"You're so right, Ben. She's completely unfuckable. Way too angry."
Ben smirked and then leaned in again. I could have punched him then. I kind of wish I had.
"Thanks for helping me out, Libby. Jess will be so pissed you're sitting with me."
"Whatever. I'm done eating."
Ben reached over and squeezed my thigh. I caved. I smacked his hand.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
His hand shot back, but he kept that cocky grin on his face. He was testing me."I told you, no one says no to rugby boys."
"I think you should fuck Jess," I said to Theo.Ben's smirk let up for just a second. Theo leaned in, eyes gleaming.
"Would you really let me do that, mate?"
"No, wanker. I wouldn't."
I smirked. Finally, I had him hot and bothered for once."Why not, everyone says Jess is easy and anyway... no one says no to rugby boys."
I grabbed my tray and rose, feeling awfully satisfied that for once, I'd managed to pull one over on that dickhead Ben."Bitch..." he muttered under his breath. I took one step away from the table and that's when it happened. I didn't realize what he'd done at first, but then my legs slid out from under me and my tray went flying. Goodbye apple, goodbye half-eaten asparagus spears, and goodbye cranberry juice.
I screamed and hit the floor with a loud, embarrassing thud.
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