Influenced

Chapter 2

Warning: there is some detail in the scene that is about to happen. NOTHING DIRTY DIRTY HAPPENS, but, you get the point! Continue ! .xx

The rest of the day goes by pretty quick. I get to know the rest of my teachers by introducing myself after classes. I had to say that I think Mrs. Deborah Clayton, the English teacher, is going to be my favorite. I also met a girl named Tara in my anatomy class when I was paired with her to be lab partners. But most of my time was spent with Niall since we had most of our classes together. Niall also had a GPA of 4.0, and had already been accepted to attend Stanford this coming fall. He had informed me before AP English that he had applied for the freshman honors program that allowed students with a high enough grade point average to be able to attend the college early. Although, he didn’t know if he would be accepted until April. The school actually did challenge me, squashing all thoughts I had before I arrived this morning. I had thought that I was going to be in a school for underachievers, but it turned out to be pretty tough, which is how I like it.  All in all, the day went pretty well other than the first class.

My mind raced through my after-school activities as I arrived at my locker. It was purple, matching the white tiling on the floor that supported the school’s mascot. I had learned that we were the purple and white fighting lions. Our school was known for basketball, soccer, volleyball, but especially football. I had played volleyball at my other school, so I was still debating whether or not to try-out, considering try-outs were this Friday. I still wasn’t sure if my dance schedule would allow me the time. Ever since I was eight years old, I had taken lyrical dance, a special type of ballet where you dance to the lyrics of the song instead of the actual music. Dance had always given me a place to escape to when I needed to be away from everything.

I glance down at my white diamond watch that was wrapped firmly around my right wrist, a gasp escaping my lips as I curse at myself under my breath. I had to be downtown by three forty- five for dance rehearsals and it was already three-thirty. I grab my anatomy book, calculus binder, and my copy of the scarlet letter that I had to catch up on for AP English. My hand slams my locker shut, twisting the dial until it was back on zero before basically running out of the building.

When I arrive at my jeep, I throw open my back door behind the passenger seat, chucking my book bag in before slamming the door shut. I am about to open my driver’s seat door when, suddenly, a pair of strong hands twist me around before slamming me against the side of the car, causing a small gasp to escape through my trembling lips.  My eyes come up to meet an unfamiliar pair of blue eyes. He had Niall’s blonde hair, but it was buzzed close to his head. I cough as the smell of cigarette smoke is blown into my face, fogging my senses.

“Hey, baby, I haven’t seen you around here before..”, he whispers into my ear, pressing his hips against mine, sandwiching me between him and the car. My small hands come up, pushing his chest in revolt, but he doesn’t budge.

“Get away from me, you perv.”, I speak up, but it comes out as more of a plead for help.

“Aw, is someone scared?”, he says a bit louder this time. His voice is rough from smoking, his breath full of the cigarette odor. His lips begin to trail kisses down my neck as his hips slowly grind into mine. No one, not even Blake, had ever done anything like this to me before. A groan escapes his lips as I try to release my hips from his by moving them, but he takes that as a sign as I want more. His lips make their way across my jaw before hovering over my own lips. My impulses get the best of me, and I send my palm colliding against his cheek, smacking him as hard as my small hand allowed. He just shook it off, turning back to face me as my handprint slowly arose on his left cheek.