Her Destiny

Ch.10

I watch her through her window day after day. I open her window when she sleeps and hop in. I watched her sleep. I may have drugged her dog with sleep drugs in the dog food... after making sure dog was completely out I crept closer to the bed. watching as she sleeps. She looks just like a angel.
I creep ever closer. She drools. I take out a little glass container and ley it next to her mouth letting the drool drip into the glass container. I walk around noting in a notebook every little thing. I then climb out her window closing it again.

the next night im back, I sit on a tree branch outside her window. It's a little far but with binoculars I can see as clear as if I was with her. I watch her get undressed. And it's a ever so sexy. I put my hands in my pants and jerk off.

She puts a towel around her body but that doesn't stop my imagination from running. She leaves her room. It's thirty seven minutes later and she comes back with her same towel wrapped around her. The only difference is she's dripping wet. And I love it. I finish with a loud moan as I cum but quickly stifle it. I wipe my hand on my jeans and take out my backpack, unzip it, take out my camera and click away. I'm her friend. It's only natural that I do this.

I see her get dressed and I'm even more amazed at her body. I've been doing this for so long. I asked her a number of times to go out with me and her refusal every time pisses me off. Today is the day I ask her again and this time if she refuses, I'll make her regret it. I don't like thinking this way. I do love her so much. We will die together when we're old. When we graduate I will marry her. And she will be my wife. She won't have any kids and will only have time for me. To please me. My little sex Slave wife. Hehehehe.

The next day I enter her house by her window after she left and picked up her panties she wore that night. Then I followed her at a distance on my bike and her on her skateboard. She loves that thing. I can't wait to break it at lunch and have her cry on my shoulders. And then she will realize that I'm who she can turn to. I'm the one that will protect her.

We go to class late. She's sitting at her desk. I'm sadly at the other end of the classroom. I catch her looking at me and I wink. I then wait until the bell rings, I walk out with her to her locker. Ooh I can't wait for her answer. I have a feeling it'll be yes this time. I smile at her. Waiting patiently.

"What is it that you want Kyle, I'm kinda busy." She said with annoyance. I would love to smack her tone off her pretty mouth but I rein in my anger. So I begin my rehearsed speech.

"Well I was thinking of all the reasons we should be together. You said we don't have anything in common and that your not interested in me. But what if I could prove you wrong?" I try and try. This is my seventh time. Last time she tried the approach of telling me that I wasn't interested in guys and instead in girls. It was a lie, and I saw through that shit. I called her out on it seeing her flirt with other guys. She then confessed and told me straight up no she didn't want to be my girlfriend. But here I am again. No, is not the answer I'm looking for.

"I promise this will be my last time asking, if you will just here me out and give it a minutes thought." I give her my best sad begging puppy eyes I could, she fell for it.

"Ok". She sighed " give me your reasons"

I smiled a happy grin that made her smile to. Now it's time to make my case. So I start.

" one, you won't ever be lonely- two, we are the two second or third most popular kids in school so it only makes sense, and three if one date doesn't sway you then I will not ever ask again- and last but not least four I like rock and so do you, given you like country and rap too but those don't count, see I know you. I know you like pineapple pizza with extra sauce and pineapple, I know you love spaghetti. I know you love soft blankets and that weird alien creature thing cartoon stitch. I know that you snore quietly even though you say you don't snore. I know you hate bacon and mustard and tomatoes and zucchini and should I go on? I know that your nickname from your parents was monkey or Marcey bear before they died in a mysterious fire. I know you have a love for porcelain dolls as well as a knack for art in almost any form. I know your writing a story about a girl and a goat. Although why a goat i don't know I mean seriously why a goat? I know so much more like the side of bed you mostly sleep on, your allergie and your fear of fire. I know the clothes you sleep in and how long your showers usually take, and I also know your on your girl thing right now. I mean I can take care of you. Anyways I know you so well i should already be your boyfriend. So please I'm begging you, go out with me!" I know everything about her. She can't say no. I know her.

She looked at me without blinking, and I new I screwed up.. I'm freaking out here. What should I do? She knows I am stalking her. The words out of her mouth make me realize that I might have to get physical.

"Um, I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back with an answer to your question in just a short moment." She rushed out of the classroom. I'll catch the little bird later after she makes the excuse.

I'm sitting here for a long ass time just twiddling my thumbs. Irritated and alittle or a lot pissy. No girl or women would take this fucking long! I raise my hand in the air for the teacher to let me go to the restroom (to go to her) but quickly put my hand back down when I see and hear her enter the classroom again. I stare at her, yeah I know I'm probably making her uncomfortable but do I care? Not really.

The teacher goes on and on about whatever, something I don't care about. I just study her. My favorite thing to study. Her curves, her bright smooth skin, every freckle and her fiery red hair. The way she smiles when the teacher said something funny, the way she glances at me to see if I'm still looking (oh hi my dear, yup still here.) I study her quick glance, her eye color and the way they are so intense and sometimes they even seem to burn a brighter color. I stop starting and glance at the clock. I give my friend who really is just my follower a nod towards Marcy and then a nod at the clock. We had the one minute before class would end, so I packed my things in a hurried mess into my bag. The ring and I was already at her desk.

My followers and I block her in. She looks up and I almost want to leave her alone. "What's up Kyle?" She has the gull to ask. Seriously? Does she not remember?  Do I need to remind her? I guess I do.

"What's up? Do I not get an answer?" I look at her like she's stupid, cuz gosh she is sure acting like it. Aww and there's the look that said she wanted to hurt me for trapping her. Wow that turned quick. I looked at her expectingly.

"Oh.. your answer. Well I gave it some thought in the bathroom and during class and I'm sorry but my answer is still no." I knew this answer was coming but the fuck? She actually said it! "Excuse me" she tells my Freind. He looks at me and I nod my head as in to let her go. No need to get in trouble here. My Freind then moves out of her way. She hurries out the class room. I am sooo looking forward too lunch. I smile a crazy grin.

Third class ends and now it's lunch. I then head to the lunch room and grab a tray of lunch. I sit with my friend and we sit in silence as the girls at the other table with Marcey joke about what happened with me. But as she was about to get up from the table I bump into her and I'm very angry. We then head outside to talk.

"Talk" isn't what we were doing outside. As soon as we were outside and there were no cameras around because of the open campus rule we were allowed off perimeter of school to have lunch so when we got to a spot i was okay with she was punched and kicked. Blood coming from her mouth and a gash on her forehead. She will have many bruises tomorrow. I stop my playful wrestling and I asks her again.

"Sorry but I guess that wasn't the last time I'll ask. I guess it was the last time I ask nicely, so now will you go out with me?" I look at her with the eyes of intent to harm if i don't like her answer. But she does something stupid. She laughed, so hard, I'm sure her already bruised ribs hurt more. And i kicked her in her face. "Nobody's going to want a not so popular and not so pretty girl like you". Not so pretty anymore i mean. But now? She might as well hide at home until Shes healed.

She turns to me. "No!" then she spits on me, bloody and gross it is, but still hers. I smile but not a happy one.

I hurt her. Tearing her clothes off, ripping her her flimsy shirt in half off her. And pulling off her pants. Aww she's shaking. That's a first for me and so is this. I beat her and drugged her, making it look like she was r'ed but not really doing it as i didnt want to be put away for more than the sentences i had just done to her. And I hope it hurt like hell, i hope her emotional sate was worse and she will think twice about saying no again..  i made her look like a whore and made it look like she was deflowed. "Nobody will want a whore eather!" I walked away. Leaving her alone. All alone. I heard a yell but didn't look back as I left in a hurry so no one new it was me.

I will be back my little fake whore. She will come begging to be with me in no time.