Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 26~

I scream.

My heart just about ready to burst. I jump into action, running behind the teachers desk as Lucian makes a grab for me. I quickly scan the classroom again, trying to estimate how far I am from the door to my freedom.

"Don't even think about it. You're not getting away this time."

My eyes snap to his, the dark emeralds glowing in lust. "You're sick."

Lucian merely shrugs, "Call it what you want, but the fact remains the same. I'm going to fuck you good and raw, and we'll see how Sethy boy takes it." A shiver racks my body from head to toe. I fight the burn in my nose indicating the impending tears, and shoot Lucian my meanest glare.

This isn't the time to cry and feel sorry for myself. There's no doubt that I'm scared shitless right now, and the fact that we're in an empty classroom located at the abandon part of the school isn't helping any. Calling for help is futile.

Lucian makes a move for me again, and I run around the other side of the desk while he's on the opposite side. He fakes going to the right, but I don't fall for it. We play this cat and mouse game for a while as my eyes dart this way and that for a way to escape. Lucian's frustration starts to show as he shakes the desk, using all his strength to try and move it out of the way instead of us running around it like children playing tag.

"You're just making this harder for yourself, Raven, because when I catch you, you're going to wish you had just given yourself to me from the get go," he grounds out.

"You're fucking delusional if you think I'm just going to lie down and let you rape me." I growl, making a statement by spitting at him. Lucian laughs as my ball of saliva lands on the edge of the desk, just an inch away from touching him.

"There's the fiery girl I like so much." His taunting smirk makes my blood boil.

"Fuck you."

"But of course, baby."

I eye the door again, seeing an easy route if I distract him long enough, but Lucian isn't having any of it. He tsks, shaking his finger at me condescendingly, his smile just as mocking. "Eyes on me pretty girl."

Before I could blink, with the strength of the esteemed football player he is, Lucian pushes the table away and grabs me. He chuckles as I kick and scream, fighting him with all I have. My body instantly freezes when I feel the length of his erection pressing into my lower back. The disgusting brute is turned on by my resistance.

"You feel it, don't you? That's all for you, baby." I cry out as he rips my shirt in one swift movement, baring my bra-clad breasts to his predatory gaze. I throw my balled fists into the air, enjoying the brief satisfaction when one of my punches lands to the side of his face, but Lucian isn't deterred. He grabs both my hands, locking them behind my back.

The potent feeling of helplessness that washes over me, makes the tears that I've been trying to hold back, finally burst free. I sob as Lucian cops a feel at my breasts, his breathing harsh against my ear. The dread that pools in my stomach makes me downright nauseous as he pulls one of my breasts free froms the confides of my bra, and starts tweaking the nipple.

"I've been waiting for this for so long..." he murmurs against my ear. "Such pretty tits."

"Lucian, please don't do this. This is wrong and you know it."

He licks the shell of my ear, "Too late sweetheart."

I wriggle helplessly in his grasp as one hand finds the buttom of my jeans. My shoulders slump in defeat. I close my eyes, coming to the decision that if he's going to do this, then I want to block out as much of it as possible. No one is coming to save me.