Symbolic For

Tiny A/N! + Chapter 1

Hi! I would just first like to point out that this is my first story, and I don't have much writing experience whatsoever. Enjoy! (Probably won't) Also, there's some swear words, I'll try to keep it at a minimum, but y'know, fuck it. ;)

ALSO, CONSTRUCTICE CRITICISM IS 100% NEEDED! JUST INBOX ME PLEASE! I NEED TIPS AND POINTERS.
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FRESHMAN YEAR
A scowl makes it's way to my face as I hear a whistle erupt behind me. I turn to reveal an Alex Evans, also known as a perverted sex-addict.

Alex Evans is the definition of male-tramp. He sleeps with anything that has a vagina and tossed it like they were an object. I'm still praying that Alex gets an STD so it would scare off the helpless women who walk into his trap of supposed charm. Unfortunately for me, he stopped having sex to focus on me. I see his smirk and make a usual eye-roll. Typical Alex. Cocky and arrogant as always.

Although we were in the middle of the hallway with many students rushing by, I could still hear his pathetic attempts of seduction, "My lovey Lucille looks luscious."

I was about to reply something sarcastic but the bell rung, meaning that I was late once again by Alex.

"I know I do," I mumble, annoyed. I ignore his call for my name and continue torward my locker and input my lock combination, grunting as I hear the heavy footsteps I had memorized for the past week coming from behind me. I open my locker for it to be slammed, the sound of the impact made me shriek of fright. Confused, my sight travels from the arm that still lingered on my locker torward the body it belonged to, which was Alex. He had a glare imprinted on his face that screamed hatred at me and I cower. He'd never been harsh torward me before.

He leans his face torward mine and harshly whispers, "Look, Lucy." He starts, adding extra dramatic tone to my nickname, "I made a bet that I could fuck you in the janitor's closet last week and I haven't been able to have sex because it hasn't happened. Yet."

I cringe at the word 'Yet'.

"Well get used to that, I don't have sex with STD banks." I answer sweetly and turn back to my locker, annoyed that he had made me late again.

I feel rough hands collapse onto my shoulders.

"Hey, what the fuck," I screech, but in response I'm roughly pushed into my locker, I wince in slight pain.

"That's much better, the sounds you make are sexy, Lucille," he huskily whispers in my ear. I widen my eyes and struggle out of his grasp, but it seems to make him more turned on. He grabs both my hands with one hand and pull them behind my back. I scream, but it only lasts a second as I feel another rough hand cover my mouth. I bite down, hard.

He grunts in pain, but doesn't remove his hand. Unfortunately, the janitor's closet was near my locker, so we had arrived inside before anyone could notice. After we were both inside, he pushes me in and he locks the door swiftly, as if he was rushed. He turns to me and grins, "This'll be fun."

I wish I was out of there, I wish that there was a knight that could save me from this boy, but life isn't like a typical love story, life isn't sugar-coated. I had to take what I was getting.

AFTER THE INCIDENT

I run home, anywhere away from that school. I knew mother should have transferred me out, I knew it. I feel my tears run down my face as I quicken my pace. I arrive at my home and wipe my cheeks with my sweater sleeve. I run up my front steps and enter my home. I look behind me, as if Alex were chasing me, I let out a sigh of relief to reveal that it wasn't true. I close my door and kick off my boots. Not wanting to talk to my mother about school, I run up my stairs and into my room. I close it and lie on my bed, under the covers.

Please save me from the hells of that school, anybody out there.
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Okay, I know it's bad. But it'll get better!!! Well, maybe. I don't know. Probably not.. well, leave comments, I'll reply to every one of them with love! :) ♡♡♡