The Girl Who Made The Devil Weak

Oh No

(Trigger Warning: Mature content near the end of this chapter, read at own risk)

Stepping through the front doors of the school, she headed for her locker, grabbing the books needed for her first classes.

"Hey, hot stuff, how you doin'?"

The girl held herself back from rolling her eyes as she turned to the boy with a smile.

"I'm fine. Bye now." She slammed her locker shut and began walking away from the boy when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. The first bell rang, telling everyone to get to their classes, but the boy would not let her go.

"Now that wasn't very nice. You should loosen up, babe." He smirked dangerously, but she could care less. This happened way too often to her.

"I'm not your 'babe', let me go."

"Why should I, babe?"

She rolled her eyes before an idea formed.

She dropped the books she was holding in her free hand and put her arm around his neck, pulling him in slightly. Her lips were mere millimeter from his as she ghosted them over his.

"You're right, I should loosen up."

The boy smirked at her, "That's a good girl."

Just as he was about to capture her lips, her knee collided with his family jewels, causing him to double over and release her.

"I'm just not gonna loosen up with you."

"Ugh, you bi- you'll pay for that."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure."

She leaned down to pick up her textbooks from the floor and walked to her first class, leaving multiple people in complete shock of what she did.

It was almost a weekly thing with the guys at this school. They think because she's kinda small and highly attractive, she can't defend herself.

It's ridiculous how many times its happened. You'd think they'd hear the stories by now. She had once broken a boy's nose because she caught him trying to get a picture under her skirt.

Oh well, what can you do?

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Finally, the last bell of the day released the students to go home.

Hanna let out a large breath in relief. If she had to hear any more theorems, she was going to throw herself down the stairs.

Packing up her things, she smiled and waved to the teacher before heading to the library.

Inside was bookshelf after bookshelf, all filled with novels of different size. The smell of old books greeted her as she walked through the door.

She returned her old books and left her bag by the door to explore the shelves.

~~

The boy created a wicked idea after the events of this morning. Seeing as Hanna had gone into the library as usual, he decided to wait in his car, which was conveniently parked next to hers. While he waited, he cracked open a couple of beers to chill out before executing his plan.

This boy was determined to get something from her.

And he was willing to do anything.

~~

In the end, she had 4 books piled into her arms as she walked up to the checkout counter, where the librarian waited.

"Afternoon, Miss Williams. Find everything you were looking for today?"

"Yes ma'am, I did."

"These are good novels too. I'm sure you're going to enjoy them." She scanned the books and handed them back to Hanna with a smile, "Have a nice day, deary. Enjoy the books."

"You too, and thank you."

She stuffed the books into her bag and made her way to her little black car.

Just as she was about to unlock the vehicle, a hand clamped down over her mouth and she was shoved roughly against the car beside her own.

There stood the boy from this morning, a triumphant smirk on his face.

"Sexy thing, don't you know how dangerous it is to walk alone?"

She glared at him, trying to shout at him around the hand covering her mouth. Grinning wickedly, he removed his hand from her mouth and quickly replaced it with his lips, causing her to protest in fear and shove at his chest. He tasted strongly of alcohol. Swiftly, he snatched both of her hands up with one hand and held them above her head and with the other hand, he roughly held her jaw in place so she couldn't turn away. She tried to kick him like she had this morning, but he pressed against her; her legs were pinned just like her hands.

Frightened, she bit down on his lip as hard as she could, drawing a decent amount of blood.

He pulled away from her face for a moment to brush away the blood. Then, his hand connected with her cheek, hard. Tears rolled down her face as he got closer. Realizing she could speak again, she screamed for help, but her pleas fell short as no one was around to help. This attempt earned her another slap across the face.

"That was very mean, Hanna." He mumbled against her ear, licking it before attacking the tense muscles of her neck.

"Loosen up, enjoy this." He slurred.

He must have had a few drinks after school let out. Oh no.

"Please, just l-let me g-go." She pleaded as his hands went up her shirt.

"No can do, babe. Not for a while."

Oh God, why?