Let It Rain Pennies

=Six=

TW: SA/R@PE
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James was in a half-assed washed white t-shirt that was wrinkled—the neck of shirt stretched out and wavy. He wore distressed denim that was halfway- off his ass, and his hair all in his face—those bright blue eyes piercing through the black curtains of his hair.

   "Hey James."

   "Hey Princess." He shut the door, grabbing my hips—scanning me with his blue eyes.

   "What do you want to do?"

   "Anything? movie, dinner, you, all of the above would be great too."

   I push away from him, not liking his eagerness, "Let's just watch a movie James."

James walks over to the couch and sits down, "Your house is uh— kinda small." He glances around the room.

"Well, compared to yours, James, yes."

He shrugged and pulled me down next to him, my skirt riding up in my thighs, I quickly tug it down and hold it still—I swear every time I moved it the fabric would slink back up.
I was trying to pay attention to the movie but all James wanted to do was feel me up. His surprisingly cold hands would move across my thigh before sliding up my inner thigh.
    It wasn't a horrible feeling but I didn't want him to do it. I move his hand and cross my legs, squeezing them shut. Half way through the movie James says:

   "Hey, Princess?"

I was leaning against him, holding onto his arm—faking all admiration for him. That  stupid nickname made me want to throw up.
"Hm?" I kept my eyes on the screen—it was a surprisingly good movie.

He turns my face to look at him, "You're so hot."

My cheeks flushed, "I-I am?"

"Yes you are." He mumbles as he slowly leans in—I didn't move. He went fully in for the kids— I did nothing. I just wasn't ready for it, nor did I want to do it.
I felt guilty for not doing anything, so I wrapped my arms on his neck, tightly pulling him in. He shoves me down onto the couch and gets on top of me.

"Woah, woah, wait—" I put my hands on his chest, "I think this is moving too fast."

"What do you mean? All girls want me, you're a girl." James pulls at my skirt, "Let's take this off now."

"No, no, no, I don't want to." I slap his hand away, trying to sit up. He put me back down and pins me there. He was much stronger than me from any reasons.

   "Yes you do, I know you do."

James kiss my cheek, "I'll see ya later Princess. Thanks for tonight, it was...great." He playfully punches my shoulder and gets in his car. I stand in my door way, in my robe, my hair in a messy bun and my eyeshadow half rubbed off. I waved weakly as he drove off.

   As James's car passed by, I saw Sam's porch light was on— illuminating the driveway just enough to be able to his silhouette leaning into Steph's car window, talking.
   I couldn't help but walk over in my bare feet, the cold ground sending shivers up my spine.

"Oh my god—she looks disgusting..." I heard Steph mumble.

"Don't say that-" he flickered her arm and looked at me, the soft skin, light enough to see in the dark.

"You don't look to hot either Steph," I say.

"Bitch, you can't even see me." She was appalled.

"Bitch, I don't have to see you to know that you look bad." I tap the side of her car, "Get. Shoo, shoo."

She stepped on the gas and almost ran over my toes, she flipped me off as she drove home.
Sam glared at me.