The New Girl is Always Picked On

"simple words we never knew, the power behind what they put us through"

　

　

Ch.13

I found Nate by the keg, talking to his friends. When he saw me, he smirked. His friends looked to where he was staring and smirked also.

When I reached them, Nate kissed me gently.

"Hey, babe." He purred.

He was deffinitly drunk, I could smell it from a mile away.

"This the girl?" A blonde guy with a eye brow piercing asked. He looked intimidating. He had three tattoos, one on his arm, one on his ankle, one on his back. His shirt was off, so I could see the one on his back, which seemed to be the largest. It read "

vous devriez avoir peur". It was french. But I couldnt put my finger on what it translated to.

Nate handed me a red cup then. I smelled it, realizing it was just water. I looked at him oddly.

"No girlfriend of mine will get wasted." He smiled, and I laughed. He cared so much, it was cute.

"Hey, Nate! Come here really quick!" Nate looked over his shoulder, then back to me.

"I'll be fine, go ahead."

He smiled, kissed me, and ran off to the direction of the voice.

I stared back at the creepy blonde. His expression was the same as before, emotionless. I was about to walk away, when he spoke up.

"So, it's Steph, right?" he asked.

I nodded, scared to actually speak words.

"You're a junior?"

I nodded again.

"Do you speak?"

I was about to nod, until I realized what he said.

"Um, yeah. What's your name?" I asked over the music.

"Jason, Jas, for short."

I nodded again. Then Jas smiled. "Want a drink?" he called.

"Yeah, actually. Something other than water." What Nate doesnt know wont hurt him..

He handed me something in a cup, and I chugged it. Jas and I talked for awhile, and he seemed like a really nice kid. I was tempted to ask him what his tattoo said, but I didnt.

After a bit, I got a major headache. I told Jas, who led me to a room upstairs, looking really concerned for me. He brought me to a bathroom and stood outside while I puked for a bit. When I was finished, he walked me to Nate's room and handed me a water bottle.

"So, this is his room?" I asked, looking around. It was dark in the room, the walls were a light gray. Overall, it was boring.

Jas nodded. I was reading a poster when suddenly I was picked up and thrown on the bed. Jas straddled me, a strange look in his eyes.

He started kissing me hungerly. I was squirming, trying to get away. He moved his hands roughly up my shirt, still kissing me.

I tried pushing him off, but he was too strong. He started unbuttoning my pants.

Then I realized something.

"

Vous devriez avoir peur" in french, meant "You should be afraid."

And I sure was at this moment.

　

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