Giving Up to Him

002

Big Tyler

I swallowed and started to look at him, then turned back to my desk with a jolt.

Eyes of dirty ice

"Hey get over here little piggy" motioned Tyler, who sat immediately behind my open desk.

"Oh - ok?" I said, looking around. A pillar of the classroom left this corner difficult to observe from the teacher's lectern.

I stepped closer to the large young man. Even seated, he was a bit taller than me.

"Right here." he motioned, "Let's have a look at this one."

I stepped closer, realizing my girlhood crush was actually talking to me.

"She's that girl who's always reading books." observed a girl on his right, with heavily mascara'd eyes.

"Little Know-It-all" quipped a stout boy sitting behind Tyler.

Tyler ran his mammoth hand over my waist, turning me aside to inspect my derriere. A dark tattoo of a spider lurked on his palm.

"Piggy's got some jiggle down here, right Harris?" he observed to the boy behind him.

"Yeah" sniggered the boy.

"Can feel a little bounce up here too" he commented, exploring me.

"OMG Tyler, she's going to tell Teacher on you." giggled the mascara girl.

"No way," guffawed Tyler. "She's scared. Can't you see?"

He grabbed my face in his tanned, tattoed hand.

"Look at her." he said, pressing. "Piggy's not going to tell teacher, is she?"

He pinched harder. "Is she?" he asked me.

"No, Tyler." I said, staring at his desk intently.

"Good." he grunted, and the big hands resumed feeling me.

I gasped.

"Oh, still has her cherry, doesn't she." he chuckled, probing with his hands.

"A-a cherry." I repeated, chapfallen.

"We'll hafta take care of that." laughed Tyler.

"Oh Tyler." giggled Denouve. "Would you really!"

She extended one coral-painted nail toward my face. "I mean, look at that." she admonished.

Tyler shrugged and gripped my face again, studying me.

"Well the body's good." chuckled Tyler, releasing my chin.

"Seriously the face matters." observed the stocky boy behind Tyler, whom he called Harris.

"You guys are such jerks" tittered a girl by Harris.

Harris continued, "When I did Amani I finally had to put a bag over her face."

"But Amani's pretty!" chided Denouve.

"Desert people not my type I guess?" explained Harris.

Tyler had released me and I stood near him, trembling slightly.

"Herman!" he grunted.

The boy in front of my desk had turned around, but flipped his head back quickly.

"What did I tell you Herman?" scolded Tyler.

"Tyler, sir. You said. I - I don't get to turn around." stuttered Herman nervously.

"Exactly. Talking is for the real people." grunted the dominant man.

Denouve tittered.

The big man turned back to me.

"And that goes for Piggy, too." he said, gripping my cheek.

"Right?" he demanded.

"T-Tyler?" I gasped.

"It heard me." he rumbled, and squeezed harder.

"Yes, Tyler. Sir." I assented. "Face forward. At all times."

He pinched me tighter.

"Only speak if spoken to." I continued.

"Good pig." he said, and swatted my rear.

"Alright everyone let's watch a movie!" called Mrs Goodman.

"This will be an educational video on the social milieu the Bronte sisters faced in the post-Regency world." said the teacher.

"Harris. GUM." demanded Tyler after a few minutes.

"Damn dude. Ok here's some." offered Harrls.

"MMmm this is good gum." said Tyler, chewing.

"Please quiet everyone, back there." called the teacher, though avoiding eye contact with Tyler.

"Yum yum yum gum." he said, as the movie droned. "Gum gum gum."

"TYLER shhh." tittered Denouve.

"Hey watch this," announced Tyler, and I felt something drop into my hair.

"Ha Tyler, it's right in her hair!" observed the blonde.

I reached back and felt around.

"I know right?" and I heard the smack of a high-five.

Eventually my fingers discerned a wad of gooeyness.

"Ain't never getting that out." observed Harris.

"Hey what is it?" asked a girl to my right. "Abigail?"

"They put gum in her hair." observed her friend.

"Whose?" she asked.

"That new girl they're calling Piggy." whispered Abigail behind me.

"Oh I see it. Eww." mentioned her friend.

"That was mean. But kind of funny." observed Abigail.

"I know. Look it's still stuck." the girl voice commented.

"She's just spreading it around." giggled Abigail.

"Ughh."

"What happened? Hey Abigail?" asked another voice.

"Didn't you hear me?" said Abigail "They put gum in the Pig girl's hair."

"Ohh, yeah gross."

"It's kinda like a mouse nest with gum inside." commented Denouve, pointing triumphantly at my head.

"More like the shower drain in the girl's locker room" ventured a girl behind her, giggling.

"She could cut out the gum I guess?" commented Denouve. "With scissors."

Or I could just ball up and die

There was now a running giggle in the classroom behind me.

"Bae!" protested Denouve, pushing Tyler. "It's so funny! I can't focus on the movie now. Cause of you!"

"Sorry, blame Piggly. She made the mess." said my crush, and flicked my ear. "I was just feeding the pigs."

I bent forward with my head to my desk so people couldn't see my head very well, attempting to read my book from 1 cm away.

When the man demeaned me, it made me feel all - funny - inside.

WARM?

For the rest of the class, the upperclassman continued their convo, making it tough to focus. When the bell rang, I belted out of the classroom.

"Cassy! Hey wait!" called Lindsay - but I ignored her, and darted past to the hallway.

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