Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 29 - 1

Chapter 29: 1

-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Needed Me Instruments by Rihanna)

I walked into the math classroom, already feeling drained.

The room was half full, with scattered groups of students chatting or scrolling through their phones.

I grabbed a seat near the window, away from the larger clusters of people. A couple of girls turned to me with smiles, their voices laced with curiosity.

I always forget their names, but I’m pretty sure I’ve talked to them multiple times.

"Glyndon, where were you during the game last night?" one of them asked, her perfectly manicured hand brushing back her hair.

"Yeah, we didn’t see you with Alex," another chimed in, her tone playful.

I forced a polite smile, shrugging as I pulled my notebook from my bag. "Had some stuff to do," I said vaguely, hoping they wouldn’t press further.

"Stuff to do?" the first girl teased, raising a brow. "You’re always so mysterious."

I gave her a small laugh, trying to appear engaged, but my mind was already wandering.

Their chatter became background noise as I opened my notebook, pretending to review the last lesson’s notes. That’s when the door opened, and she walked in.

Kathrine.

She didn’t even glance in my direction. Her sharp, confident strides carried her straight to the back of the room, where two familiar faces were waiting for her.

The same two girls who had defended her at the hockey rink.

They lit up when they saw her, all smiles and warm greetings, and Kathrine returned it with that same smile that had been haunting me since this morning.

My chest tightened. I didn’t know why, but the sight of her with them—the way she looked so at ease, so happy—made something inside me churn.

I hated it. I hated seeing her like that as if she didn’t have a care in the world. As if nothing she’d said or done with me mattered to her. Why am I the only one that can’t stop thinking of her?

I forced myself to look away, gripping my pen a little too tightly.

The teacher walked in and started class, her voice breaking through the haze of my thoughts. I tried to focus, but my eyes betrayed me, drifting back to Kathrine.

She sat with her new friends, her posture relaxed, her expression focused as she listened to the teacher.

They whispered to each other occasionally, jotting down notes, and for some reason, it infuriated me.

She looked so... normal. Like she didn’t have a single worry. Meanwhile, I felt like my skin was on fire every time I thought about her.

"Glyndon Walton," the teacher’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

I blinked, realizing the entire class was staring at me. The teacher was looking at me expectantly, her expression a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Are you paying attention?" she asked, her voice cutting through the silence.

I fidgeted, my fingers playing with the edge of my notebook as I tried to pull myself together.

My gaze flicked to Kathrine, who was watching me with a smirk, her arms crossed as if she knew exactly how I was staring at her.

I swallowed hard and turned back to the teacher. "Yeah, of course," I lied, my voice a little too quick.

The teacher raised an eyebrow, tapping the whiteboard where an equation was written. "Well then, what’s the solution of this equation."

I stared at the board, my mind scrambling. For a moment, I panicked, realizing I hadn’t even registered that we were in math class.

But then I focused on the equation. It was simple—too simple.

" We’ll start by applying the logarithmic rule to simplify log base 2 of (x + 3) minus log base 2 of (x - 1) equals 1. Combine it into a single log: log base 2 of [(x + 3) / (x - 1)] equals 1. Rewrite it in exponential form: (x + 3) / (x - 1) equals 2. Cross-multiply, and you get x + 3 equals 2x - 2. Solve for x, and you get x equals 1. It’s 1," I said confidently.

The teacher blinked, clearly taken aback. "Well... that’s correct," she said, her voice faltering slightly. "But next time, Glyndon, keep your eyes on the board."

"Will do," I mumbled, sinking back into my seat.

"Good job, Glyndon," she added, her tone softening as she turned back to the lesson.

I exhaled, glancing toward Kathrine. She was still watching me, her smirk deepening as she bit her lower lip while looking at me, with a desire in her eyes.

I turned away, my cheeks burning, and focused on my notebook. What is wrong with me?

As soon as the class ended, I stepped outside, trying to shake off the weight of Kathrine’s lingering smirk and lip bite from my mind.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, noticing a message from an unsaved number. Frowning, I clicked on it.

"Come to the janitor’s room."

That was it. No name, no explanation, just those five words.

I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

My first thought was Alex—he was the only person I could imagine texting me something like that. Maybe he got a new number.

"Who is this? Alex, is this your new number?" I typed back, hitting send and waiting impatiently for a reply.

A second later, the phone buzzed again.

"It’s the Lesbo."

My heart stopped. My fingers tightened around the phone as I read the words, and something inside me sank. I knew exactly who it was.

There was no mistaking it—Kathrine.

I stood frozen for a moment, staring at the message, trying to process how she had my number or what she could want from me.

I didn’t know what this was about, but my stomach twisted at the thought of seeing her again.

I could’ve ignored it. I should’ve ignored it. But instead, my body moved on its own, my feet leading me down the hall.

The crowded corridors blurred into the background as I headed toward the janitor’s room, the only sound in my ears the echo of my footsteps and the pounding of my heart.

Why was I going? Why couldn’t I stop myself?

As I walked through the crowded hallways, I tried to ignore the noise, the laughter, and the chatter surrounding me.

My steps quickened as I moved toward the quieter part of the school, where the janitor’s room was.

The moment I turned into the empty hallway, everything felt unnervingly silent.

Reaching the janitor’s room, I hesitated for a second, staring at the door before slowly opening it.

The room was pitch black. I couldn’t see a thing, and a strange unease filled me as I peered inside.

"Kathrine?" I called out, my voice is soft and unsure. I stepped forward, my hand groping along the wall, searching for the light switch.

Before I could find it, a hand shot out from the darkness and grabbed my wrist, yanking me inside.

The door slammed shut behind me, and I heard the unmistakable sound of the lock clicking.

My back hit the wall hard, and before I could react, a taller body pressed into mine, pinning me in place.

Soft chest... So soft and fluffy... I wanted to... Fuck what am I saying?

I froze, the scent of her perfume flooding my senses. It was her. It was Kathrine.

I recognized her scent, that familiar mix of something sweet and sharp. I could feel her everywhere—the warmth and softness of her body against mine, the way she effortlessly trapped me between her and the wall.

Her breath tickled my ear as she leaned in and whispered, "Whatever you did in math class... it was hot."

My stomach flipped at her words. She was talking about how I had answered the question so effortlessly, even though I hadn’t been paying attention.

" So hot... It’s 1.... You’re so smart." Her compliment sent a strange shiver down my spine, my body betraying me as a wave of heat pooled in my core.

I clenched my thighs together, trying to fight the feeling that her voice, her proximity, and her touch were pulling out of me.

"I-I can’t see anything," I stammered, trying to focus on her face in the darkness. "Why did you even ask me to come here?"

She didn’t answer immediately. Her body stayed firmly pressed to mine as her hands began to roam, brushing over my sides and down my arms.

Her touch was both firm and maddeningly gentle, leaving a trail of fire everywhere she touched.

Finally, her voice came low and teasing. "Because I wanted to see if you’re still wearing my chains."

Before I could respond, she pulled out her phone and switched on the flashlight, aiming it directly at my face.

The sudden brightness made me flinch, my eyes squeezing shut against the harsh light.

I felt her fingers at my collar, then moved down to the buttons of my blouse.

One by one, they came undone, and I just... let her. I stood there, my breath uneven as she pulled my shirt open.

Her gaze burned into me and even though I couldn’t see her expression clearly in the dim light, I felt exposed, vulnerable, and at her mercy.

And the worst part? I didn’t stop her. I didn’t push her away.

My body stayed frozen, my mind clouded with confusion and an undeniable craving for something I didn’t want to admit.

As she opened my blazer and button-down fully, the cool air of the janitor’s room hit my skin, making me shiver.

Kathrine moved her phone slowly, the light traveling over my exposed chest and body.

The beam illuminated the silver chain wrapped snugly around my throat, glinting under the harsh light.

Her fingers brushed over it, trailing the length of the chain as it dipped between my breasts, all the way down to where it connected to the chain around my waist.

Her touch was deliberate, lingering, as though she was savoring every second.

She let out a low, frustrated curse under her breath, and it sent a strange thrill through me.

"You kept it on," she muttered, almost in disbelief, her tone laced with something I couldn’t quite place—pride? Possessiveness?

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as I nervously glanced away from her piercing gaze.

Why did I keep it on? Why didn’t I just take it off the moment she left? I could’ve, but I didn’t.

I hated myself for it. For listening to her. For doing what she said. I could’ve said no. I could’ve refused.

But instead, I... obeyed. What the hell was wrong with me?

She tilted my chin back toward her with a firm hand, forcing me to meet her gaze.

Her phone’s light now angled upward, casting shadows over her face that made her expression even more intense.

"Tell me you hate me again," she said, her voice a low command. "Tell me those venomous words you spat at me. On the ice rink. In front of my friends."

Her eyes burned into mine as she leaned closer, her breath hot against my cheek.

"Tell me I’m fat. Tell me I’m ugly. Tell me I’m not good at sports. Tell me you don’t..." She paused, her lips curling into a taunting smirk as her voice dipped lower. "...like me. Tell me you hate me because I’m poor, and gay."

I couldn’t look away from her.

"Call me a lesbo again like you and your boyfriend do in front of me," she demanded, her voice both sharp and mocking. "Come on, little devil, be mean to me while I please this pretty little pussy of yours."

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