Brent was a grade-A asshole. He tortured Bridgette with his relentless bullying whether it was throwing her into the murky lake near the school or attempting to run her down with his corvette. It wasn't comparable how much she hated him, how much she despised him.
She hated him with every ounce of her being. It brought her such pain to endure his bullying, but somehow, the only solution she found to evade his torment, was to sleep with him. She really had no choice!
He has her by the neck of her shirt, about to send her flying into the huge industrial size dumpster behind the school, and the words just seemed to fly from her mouth. "No Brent!" She screamed. "Stop!"
Brent was alone that day, both sides of him that were usually being flanked by Daniel and Josh were now vacant. He could only laugh at her displeasure and continue to shove her.
Her arms were gripping onto the rim of the trashcan, they were the only thing stopping her from going in. "I'll do anything!" She cried.
Brent pulled her shoulders back and looked at her poor frightened face. He savored every single tear and every whimper of pain she made, and he especially liked to see her sad pathetic fearful look. "Oh yeah?" He chided, looking down at her trembling frame in his hand. "What exactly are you gonna do about it, red?"
Maybe it was fate, or it was just Bridgettes lack of critical thinking, that made her lean forward and kiss him. Her lips pressed hard against his, kissing him like her life depended on it, catching him completely off guard. Bridgette had never really kissed anyone before, her soft lips simply pressed against his with all her might.
His tongue took very little time to find its way to her mouth, prying past her firmly shut lips. She let out a surprised mewl as his tongue lapped around hers. His tongue was warm and soft against hers, but it was harsh and uncaring. It slid around wherever it pleased, pushing down Bridgettes throat. She groaned, her eyes rolling.
He pulled away suddenly, but her open mouth and closed eyes tried to follow blindly. He laughed in her face. "It'll take a lot more than that to impress me, carrot top." He dropped her then, her knees clicking against the concrete with a thud.
He put a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from getting up. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"2:30, back of the school. Wear that...nothing else." his eyes lingered on her, his grip on her shoulder tightening. He let her go then and sauntered off.
That only led Bridgette to now, 2:25, in the school parking lot and wanting nothing more than to just get this over with. She carefully walked through the empty parking lot and tugged on the bottom of her skirt. Oh how she loved to wear this skirt, but it was terribly short. She didn't know what Brent had in store for her, and she only now wished this skirt would fall past her ankles now.
She could see his car, she could feel Brent's eyes on her, and when she got closer, she could see his face in the side mirror. His window was rolled down, and his arm was draped over the side, tapping his door to the rhythm of the rap song blasting over the speakers.
"Brent." Bridgette said when she was about a foot or two away. She crossed her arms.
"Didn't think you'd show." His other hand raised up to the steering wheel. "Well? Get in, I don't got all day."
She walked around the car carefully and got into the passenger side, less than a second after she sat down, he zoomed around the parking lot, towards a more empty part of the lot with plenty of shading from the trees.
He turned the engine off and took his hands off the wheel. Silence filled the car, Bridgette's breathing was quick, her hammering heart taking over. "S-so. What are we gonna do?"
