Hello there! Well, I'm a noob here, and my best friend suggested I get an account! So, I did, and I even started a story for it! I've only written a little, tell me how you guys think of it!
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"Hey! Wait up!" I yell over to my best friend, laughing. "Wait!" I whipped her around and jumped around excitedly. She look on her face said "Get the fuck away from me or I'll kill you ten times and bury your insides under a toilet".
"What is SOOO important?!" She snapped, sighing. "I'm... Busy." She hissed her last word, balling her fists. I bat her arm energetically, shaking.
"Dylan Crosby asked me out!" I squealed, grabbing her hands and dancing with her. She then smiles, dancing along with me.
"That's awesome!" Dylan Crosby was the HOTTEST guy in school, and he was so amazingly adorable.
"We're going to the movies tonight! Together!" I hug her excitedly. "I can't believe this is happening to me Kat! This is amazing!" She pats my back and walks out the school doors.
"Let's get you ready, then!" I hop onto her back, and she gave me a piggy back all the way to our bus. I happily look all around the place, but my eyes landed on a black-hooded person standing off to the side. Watching. Watching me. She flopped me onto a seat and I looked out the window, but the person was gone. Kat taps my arm multiple times excitedly. I smile at her, but I couldn't get that hooded person out of my mind.
"What's wrong, Kerri?" She asks me, shaking my shoulder. I turn back around to her, faking a smile.
"Let's just get to my house to get me all dolled up," I reply, biting my lip. She stares at me for a moment, unsure, then nods.
When we got back she ran immediately to my closet, scorching through it as if she was an animal. I look through my make-up, grabbing the best I could find.
"GOT IT!" Screams Kat from the closet, pulling out a beautiful, purple dress. It was a skinny one, flowing to the floor flawlessly.
"Perfect," I breath, stripping myself to only my bra and panties. "Give me it." She gave me the dress and I slipped it on, turning around.
"Can you zipper it for me?" I ask, looking at her over my shoulder. She smiles and nods, skippering it to the top.
"You look beautiful," she whispers. "I wish I had your body." I turn around and glare at her.
"Fuck that," I say, handing her my make-up. "You're much more beautiful than I could ever be. Now, do my make-up for me." She sits me down on my bed, grabbing the chair to my desk and applying the make-up.
First was my eyeshadow, then eyeliner, then mascara, then blush, and after that was lipstick.
"Perfection!" She yelled, dropping the make-up on my desk.
"Time?"
"Four-thirty!"
"He'll be here any minute!" I jump up and grab a leather jacket that Kat had placed on my bed.
"Good luck!" She screams as I hear a knock at the door.
This is chapter two! I'm just so excited to get to the plot! *squeal* Here it is!
"I heard you're quite the charmer," I whisper, tapping his arm with my pointer. He smiles and taps my arm back lightly.
"I heard you're quite the beauty," he whispers back seductively. I couldn't help but to feel nervous and bite my lip. Was he expecting something of me...?
"Oh, stop it," I laugh, lightly slapping his arm, blushing. He slowly places an arm around me, and I felt his heat. Or maybe that was me blushing? I'm not sure. The excitement that rushed through me was killing me.
"D-Dylan...?" I look up at him, shakily smiling.
"Yeah?" He questions cooly, not thrown off by the sudden lack of flirtatiousness in my voice.
"I... Need to use the lady's room..." I mumble, standing up and walking down the aisle. Only one old lady and her old man were there, and they didn't mind the noise.
"Need me to come?" He asks, looking up at me. I bite my lip again. What should I say? He's offering to go to the bathroom with me!
"I-I'm fine..." I mumble back, walking to the doors of the theatre. When I got out I ran to the bathroom and splashed some water in my face when I got to the bathroom.
"I'm such a wreck!" I yell angrily, pulling at my hair. "Dammit!" I pace the bathroom, trying to calm down. Something was off, something about him. He was... Weird. It's as if... He already knew about her... Like... He was... Wait... Hold on...
The door burst open, causing my head to snap in the direction of it. I gasp.
"Dylan! You're not supposed to be in here!" I yell, trying to push him out. He was too strong and just smirked, pushing me off of him.
"Don't touch me!" He snaps, walking in and slowly shutting the door. He grabs my shirt roughly, pushing me against the wall.
"D-Dylan-" He slaps a hand over my mouth, leaning his face closer to mine.
"Wouldn't want to upset your date, now would you?" He whispers, his breath tickling my neck and ear. "Especially after wanting him for so long."
"Please... Just stop..." I whimper, but then he pins my hands next to my head, smirking even more. "St-stop..."
"You've wanted me since fourth grade," he says, squeezing my wrists tighter.
"How'd you know that?!" I yell, scared. He then presses his body so close to mine it captured me and pinned me there. I couldn't move as he placed a hand on my lower thigh, rising it up my dress. I felt fear rush through me, and I started to squirm.
"Stop!" I scream. He quickly leans down to my neck and bites me. Hard. I scream again, even louder. He does it again, and grinned with pleasure. I groaned at the pain, and tried to look down at the two large hickies he just gave me. My eyes widened as I felt something hard on my stomach.
"N-no..." I whimper. "Not th-that..." His hands cockily reached my underwear, and he slipped them down slowly, and I continued to attempt to squirm away.
The door flew open and a hooded person stormed in, pushing the guy on me off of me. I watched helplessly as Dylan was pounded by this hooded man. Dylan tried to fight back, but the hooded man was too strong and skilled.
"Don't touch her!" The man yelled. Dylan glared at him.
"Why'd you come and interrupt us?! Dude!" Dylan screams at him.
"I think it was a good thing I did." He punched Dylan square in the gut and picked him up, throwing him out the door.
"Who are you?" I ask, shrinking to the floor in desperation. "Why are you following me?" He turns around, pulling his hood off. He had on a serious face.
"I can't help it," he whispers, walking closer to me slowly. "I know it's a lot to take in, but... I think I'm obsessed with you."
