The Country Girl falling for the Bad Boy

The Closet

They walk together, discussing their mutual desire to leave school due to the dullness of their classes. As they move into the next hallway, they continue chatting about various topics. Surrounded by other students, they push through the crowd to reach their next class. Suddenly, they are shoved into a closet, and the door gets stuck, jammed due to it being an old storage room that the school rarely uses.The hallways were silent after that because no one even noticed that they were stuck in there. They were too shocked to even think about knocking on the doors to have someone help them out. They both looked at each and was speechless; they both sat there for a quick second and Dixie asked what should we do? Waylon doesn't answer because he has no idea what to do. He sits there in his mind "Damn Shes to prettier up close; I would so kiss her right now, but I don't want to scary her away from me even though we just met I think I am starting to like her; it seems like we are always in the same room together."

He suggests, "I'm not sure what to do, but perhaps we should wait it out and engage in conversation to distract ourselves." She proposes, "Let's discuss our personal lives. I'll begin. I hail from London, Kentucky. I was raised on a small farm where I rode horses and played with children from neighboring farms. My father was unfaithful to my mother and subjected her to mental, physical, and emotional abuse. After enduring two years, she decided to file for divorce. He was displeased, but it didn't matter to us. We packed up and moved, leaving behind all my friends and family, but it was necessary. That's the reason I'm here. What's your story?"Waylon,I had a rough start to life. There's a reason I'm the way I am. I guess I rebelled against authority because it never helped me when I needed it. I like to drink, I vape, I have been locked up in juvenile detention several times for varies reasons. I've skipped school, got caught joy riding in my mom's car without a license, I love to fight, and hung out with the "wrong crowd." But there's a reason I am this way.

I witnessed my father physically abuse my mother and younger brother. His alcoholism often led to violence. On one particularly terrible night, he began by shoving my mother against the wall. Initially, he slapped her face with an open hand. Then, he struck her in the stomach with a closed fist, causing her to collapse. Afterwards, he turned his aggression towards my little brother, lashing out with his belt. After two strikes, I intervened, no longer able to stand by night after night. I was used to being hit, but my brother was only 6 and didn't deserve to have to live like I did as a child. My dad threw me into the kitchen table and punched me in the back of the head. I grabbed the crystal vase my mom always had flowers in and swung it upside his head. When he fell to his knees, I kicked him hard several times.  Growing up on a farm wrestling horses and cows and pigs, I had grown quite strong over the last year. So, when I kicked him in the chest, it took the wind right out of him. He slumped to the ground, and I just pounced onto him. I continued to repeatedly just punch him in the face. He was a bloody heap on the floor.  Just then the police burst through the door and pulled me off of him.

Here's where justice failed me. Instead of arresting my dad, they arrested me and locked me up. He spent several nights in the hospital, and then was just released. No charges against him. While I was locked up, he went on a bender again, this time he actually killed my brother. I wasn't there to protect him. I should have just killed the old man. He was a piece of shit anyways. Now he's locked up for life, but that doesn't bring my brother back. Now I work the farm, to keep the bills paid.

My mom went into a severe depression, and now she doesn't do anything but sit on the porch in her rocking chair and stare out into nothing. The assault charges were eventually dropped, but it was too late to save them. The police failed me that day, so authority has failed me. I had to become an adult and the only functioning adult in the house. Tears began rolling down his face. He's never told anyone this before. This made her feel bad for him. She wanted to just hug him, to make him feel better. However, when she leaned in to hug him, he leaned in and placed a passionate kiss on her. His strong arms reaching around her waist pulling her close to him. She grabbed his hands, feeling how rough they were from working, and slowly moved them down to her butt to him that was all the assurance he needed. he grabbed her butt tightly, and they shared a deep passionate kiss. His tongue dancing around hers.
He decided to press on. He slid one hand around to the front of her thigh. She let out a soft sigh, as the shivers of excitement ran through her entire body.

They start to make out slowly, and she runs her hand under his shirt feeling his rock-hard abs, and she blushes slightly.  They start to get more and more passionate. Waylon picks her up pushing her against the closet wall, and they are just going at the make out section. Dixie moans softly because he is kissing her neck, slowly pulling off her shirt, kissing and softly bites her neck too. She lets out a little louder moan. he has her arms pinned to her back and she can't move at all, but he is still kissing her neck.

Then the door opens up to a teacher and a student and their mouths are wide open from what they are seeing. The teacher says "Oh my god... you two need to get dressed and start heading your way to the principal office now. I will be there in 10 minutes." The student is just so confused of what he just seen but when the two got out of the closet he said, "I would have stopped her if you two would have told anyone about what you guys were going to do in there!" The two go quiet and start walking their way to the office...

This concludes the current segment of the story; the continuation will be unveiled in the next chapter.