One Night Partying

CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS:

-Charli Caine: Charli is really pretty, strong, caring, and opinionated, (In a good way :P)

-Jack Greens: Charli's worst enemy. A jock, but smart and caring. He's not sure if he actually hates Charli, but he goes along with it. Jack lives with his mother, step-father nad younger sister: Carrie

-Marcus: Charli's ex-boyfriend. Possesive, slightly crazy, but you couldn't tell from just a glance. Hot, jock, popular.

-Claira: Charli's best friend. Claira comes from a very good family. She always goes to church and will never let any of her boyfriends go past second base. Claira is very loyal, kind and a great friend.

So, those are pretty much the main characters.

Thankees: eladoodle

*Also, the picture on the side is of Charli :D

"Dude..hands off!" I yelled, pushing him away from me.

"Ahh come on, just a little something something?" My ex-boyfriend groaned seductively.

A little something something? Like hell I'd give it to him. I kicked him where it hurt, sending him sprawling into anearby bush. "Fuck!" he yelled. He stood up, a good head taller than me. Damn, he looked sexy all pissed at me. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him. God, how had I gotten into this mess?

It was just a party, the Football players, the Cheerleaders, and of course me. the popular, gorgeous moi. Marcus and I had been dating for 6 months, until I broke up with him. Cuz I saw him making out with Cicely, Captain of the Cheer-leading team. It had just been a party, until i had gotten too drunk, suddenly i was dancing with Marcus, then we were lying on the ground, making out, him trying to pull my shirt off.

I pulled away from his grip, only to have him grab my ponytial and pull me back to the ground. "What the hell?" I screamed, clwaing at his chest. He lowered himself onto me, the WHAM! Shirt up, skirt down. He ripped my underwear off, unzipping his pants as he did. "MARCUS! STOP! PLEASE!"

I felt a tear leaking out of the corner of my eye. "SHUT UP!" He growled, hitting me in the face.

I began to cry loudly. He put his mouth over mine, to silence the scream welling in the back of my throat. I felt his teeth nibbling at my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I refused, desperately trying to push him  off me. His tongue forced it's way into my moth, despite my attempts to stop it. It explored my moth like an explorer did to an new land. He moaned, thrusting into me. I felt him inside of me, pushing, then releasing inside.

When he as done, he stood up, smirked horribly, zipped his pants, and was gone. I pulled my skirt back up, looking for my underwear, but I couldn't find them. I pulled my shirt down, willing myself not to cry. I did anyway. Large, hot tears fell down my cheeks, overflowing onto my lap. "FUCK!" I screamed as loudly as I could. Over the music, I doubted anyone could hear me. and that is how i felt, unheard, uncared for...invisible.