The hands pulled me up so my back touched its front. From the half grown erection, it was a boy. The hands quickly spun me around & shoved me into the locker. I was met with glossy brown eyes & an all black quiff, coiffed to perfection. "Well well well, what have we here?" Zayn's Bradford accent was heavy with lust. My heartbeat raced through my chest & my eyes widened in fear. "Y/N, you look so.." He peered his head around every corner before zeroing the space in between us. "Alone." He attached his lips to my neck, sucking harshly. I tried to wiggle away from his grip on my waist, but he slammed my hands above my head, causing the lockers to shake behind me. "Don't fucking fight me." He growled behind gritted teeth. I ignored his order & kept trying to escape his grasp. "Get off me Zayn!" I commanded.
"You want me to get off?" "Yes," I replied. He fumbled with the front of my still wet shorts & found my clit, rubbing in figure eights. I gasped & cursed myself. My body betraying me, I bucked my hips up to meet his touch. "See now Y/N, I'm getting sick of your lies. You say you don't want me, but you're practically dripping." "That wasn't you, asshole." I snapped back. His gaze on me grew angry & he clenched his jaw. "Asshole huh?" He smirked & ran his tongue inside his cheek. "Turn around." I was about to protest, but he interrupted me. "Don't say a damn word. Do what I say & you'll have a lot more fun."
