Beatrice's POV:
Monday comes and I'm eager to see Luke. The first couple hours fly by quick. In third hour, I notice Ethan talking to Emma a bit— which is a bit odd. Then comes fourth hour. Once again, Luke is distant from me, though he's right next to me. At lunch, there's a girl from our English table sitting there. Her name is Mia and she seems very shy. Im sure she came upon invite from Luke. She sits next to him and doesn't say a word. She's in her own world. Basically at our table talking is Ethan, Nate, and Raven.
Tuesday comes. In the morning, I receive a text message from Luke saying tell me when to stop.
I respond with a question mark, but he doesn't respond.
When I'm in English the next day, he sits down next to me...and I mean very close. To the point our legs are almost touching. He doesn't say a word to me. He doesn't even look at me.
The teacher evens class and today we are watching Titanic. Our teacher is possibly one of the most chill teachers. He tells us that if any admin walks in, we're learning about historic culture.
So the movie begins and the lights are off. The volume is turned up. That's when I feel Luke's left leg sweeps underneath my right leg and pulls it closer to him. Then he pulls my right leg completely over his left thigh and holds on to my knee. I lean forward so nobody suspects anything.
His hand lightly draws circles in my knee. I try to ignore it and concentrate on the movie, as we will have to write a paper on it.
As soon as I'm able to focus on the movie, I feel his hand move from off my knee to a bit higher on the inside of my leg. The nice soft scratches feel insanely good. It isn't until he gets to about mid thigh that I begin to feel a bit of panic. His hand tightly squeezes thigh and the scratches become a bit more rough.
I look over at Luke. He sits back in his chair totally unphased by what's going on. He looks drawn to the movie. I turn back to the movie.
His hand climbs higher and higher until I feel something reach my area. The second I feel pressure there, I put my head down in my arms. I give up on watching the movie. His pinky rubs my area while the the rest of his hand tightly grasps my inner thigh. I try to close my thighs around his hand, but the feeling keeps on going.
I focus on where his pinky is. It slowly rubs right between my opening through my jeans. As he brings his hand up towards the top, it causes me to need to catch my breath. Then his other fingers slowly find their way over that area. He gently pets me, almost in a scratching motion. Instead of the motion getting faster, it gets more and more pressure. It goes from scratching to straight up massaging. I curl my lips and focus on the rhythm of his hand. The pressure in between my legs begins to build up.
I think of him on top of me, but some how this feels almost better. I think of his hands touching my breasts once again. I think of his lips on my neck. Or I think of staring in his eyes. And then suddenly I can't think. The rest of my body goes numb and I just feel the pressure in between my legs. I feel my leg twitch and I wish that Luke just keeps doing what he's doing. I don't want this feeling to stop.
And then it does.
I take my leg from his lap and I shoot over my eyes towards him. Sitting back in the chair, he stares at the screen with his arms crossed.
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Psycho | Beatrice
Fanfiction"Luke," I cry. He interrupts me. "I need you to trust me. Please. I love you and I would never hurt you. We're going to get out of here."
