Fangirl

Chapter 3

Phil,
Lemme just tell you how awful high school is. From the dramatic teenage girls to the rude, ridiculous guys. Yeah, as you can probably tell, today didn't go as well as hoped.
-Fanboy🍕

I don't honestly know how to feel about today. It was good, then all of a sudden went terribly wrong.

Here we go:
So, there's this jock named Dylan. He is...well...he's a jock. Tall, annoying, pushy. Stereotypical football player, and well, Dylan is "rough". It's hard to explain because he's like such a sweetheart when he cares about you, but otherwise he's an ass. Dylan and I officially met in the boys locker room. I was done in gym and just fiddling at my locker because lunch was going on and I was avoiding humans. Dylan then walks in and has a crazed look all over his face, which is scary and exciting. He walked over to me while my front was facing the locker and slammed me closer to it, with his hardening member pressing against my rear. Quite an experience, I will say. We kind of just stood like that for several seconds, as he used his hips to grind himself against me.
On instinct, I turned myself around and lowered toward his growing bulge. I quickly unzipped his jeans and grabbed his dick. He placed his hands on my head, pushing my mouth further onto his hard one. The gentle movement of my tongue caused Dylan to moan uncontrollably. Before I finished his blow job, I swished my tongue over the tip of his cock, resulting in a little pre-come. He lifted me up only to remove all of my clothing and bend me over. Soon he was entering me, taking minimal time to let me adjust to his size. I let out a scream and he forcefully placed his hand over my mouth.

"Stay quiet, pet. Don't want anyone to catch us now." Dylan's raspy voice caused chills all over my body.
Without warning, he began to thrust. In and out, in and out. Though painful, I liked it. I began to cry his name, almost begging for more. I could feel he was getting close right before he pulled out of me.

All of a sudden he got up, got dressed, and got ready to leave.

"Are you just going to sit here naked then?" He asked, with no hint of kindness.

"Um, no." I answered.

"Well you better not tell anyone about this or I will punish you. Remember, I have friends that will gladly send a faggot like you death threats."

"What the hell. I'm the faggot? You fucked me! I didn't ask for that! And darling, I will tell whoever I feel like telling." I answer confidently.

Dylan walked up to me grabs the collar of my shirt.

"Don't you ever threaten me!" He says, a small amount of spit escaping his mouth.

Before he backs away I put my arms over his shoulders and begin to make out with him. He goes along, forcing his tongue between my teeth. Within seconds, I feel him softening. As we pull if of the kiss he looks away.

"What is it?" I ask confused, because I know that was one damn good kiss.

"Damn it Carson! I'm straight, I have a girlfriend. You can't do this!"

"Excuse me?!"

"Oh, act like you don't know. Making me want to stay. Giving me a chance to fall in love with you. You're evil." He says, almost as if he was about to cry.

"What? Why would I do that? This was just a one time thing. You don't have to be gay...I mean, unless you are."

"Let's not talk about this."

"No, I want to." I demand.

"What do you want to know? That I came in here and fucked you because I like when other guys scream my name over and over?"

"Have you done this before?"

"No. Just you. You make everything so damn difficult Carson. All I wanted was to be slightly relieved of my pain. Then you have go and look so fucking hot and twirl that tongue and I can't take it. I don't want to feel some way about you. I'm supposed to bully you and call you a faggot, not be the faggot fucking you." He says.

"Wow. You like me?"

"Is that all you got out of that?" He answers frustratedly.

"No it's just weird and exciting."

"I need to go."

"Wait!" I yell, but he runs out too fast.

Once I got dressed I left the locker room and headed to the cafeteria. I walked extra slowly by the table Dylan and his herd of jock friends were. I stared at him and he stared back and all of a sudden I falling on my face. One of his friends tripped me.

"Haha, faggot. Do you always get down on your knees for straight guys?" One of the boys said.

I looked at Dylan, expecting him to defend me on some way.

"Yeah, fag. Get out of here." Dylan says, which feels like a giant smack to face since I just let him fuck me and I know his secret.

I stand up and start to run away. I get out of the lunch room and begin making my way towards the nurses office.

Right before I reach the door a hand grabs my wrist.

"Carson wait!" He says.

"Get away from me! Get off! I don't want to see you! I don't want you near me!" I scream.

Before I can get away he places his hands on my hips and kisses me. I feel a soft pink color reach my cheeks.

"Forgive me, baby. I'm sorry." He says.

"What? Forgive you? After that? Who do you think I am?!"

"I know baby I know. It's my fault." He pulls my head to his chest.

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" I say.

"No one will see. Are you crying?" He noticed the small tears dripping onto his shirt.

"Please go away." I say, fighting back a river of tears.

"I won't leave you. I love you. Shhh."

"I don't even know you." I say, pulling away.

I get out of his reach and scramble into the nurses office, hiding there until the school day ends.

So, my opinion of Mr. Dylan is that he can suck balls and I want him as far away from me as possible. It's fine to be bullied by just any hoodlum, but by someone that caused your insides to shift. Someone that made you moan a way you thought impossible. That was simply unacceptable. Dylan WhateverHisLastNameIs was not going to call me a faggot and baby. He will eventually die in a hole because Carson Hummel(Glee reference intended) pushed him. Anywhore, encounters with Dylan are unwanted and unwelcome. *hair flip*

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And yeah, Dylan has some bipolar issues if you didn't yet realize it.
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-tay