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by Illuminatex

by Illuminatex

Jessica's POV

The rest of the day went by quickly. It's a blur to me. Heck, I don't even remember having lunch.

As I have 'low attendance', I decide to go up to the library and finish and/or start any homework I have. I say goodbye to Layla before rushing up the library.

I enter to see that it's empty, apart from the librarian who flashes me a warm smile, which I happily return. I walk over to one of the many circular tables scattered around the room. I decide to sit next to the window, as that gives me an excuse not to be doing work. I can just stare out and let my imagination run wild.

I sigh as I grab the first thing my hand lands on; my gym work. Lovely. I huff as I open up the book, full of work that I have to do. "Need any help with that?" A familiar voice says with a small chuckle. I look up to see Simon, aka, Mr. Minter leaning against the window, smiling down at me. "When did you get there?" I ask, surprised that I didn't hear him enter. "About 2 minutes ago." He chuckles as he happily sits himself next to me. "Again, need any help?" He asks again. "Sure." I nod.

After a long winded 10 minutes of solid working, I've given up. "Urgh..." I groan as I throw my pen across the table. "Issue?" Simon chuckles. "I give up." I mutter as I rest my head on the table. "Why?" He asks as he to, rests his head on the table. I feel his eyes looking at me. I turn to face him. "I just do." I huff. "Well, you've done a lot, in my opinion." He smiles at me. "I guess..." I smile back slightly. "Anyway, before you leave, I need to talk to you." He says as he sits up. "About what?" I ask as I begin to put my things away. "Us." He simply says. I look at him. "What about us?" I ask as I place my bag onto the table in front of me. "Well... You know..." He mutters as he edges closer to me. I feel my back press up against the window. "W-what?" I stutter slightly, out of fear. "Well, we both like each other..." He says as he presses our bodies together. "But, it's wrong Si." I say, looking him dead in the eye. "I know." He sighs. "But, I really want you." He mumbles quietly. "But still." I say as I stand up. He quickly stands up after me.

He presses our bodies even closer together. My breath hitches under his touch. I feel myself tense up slightly. "Let's not tell anyone, baby girl." He whispers into my ear. My eyes widen as memories of what he did to me come flooding back. "No!" I yell as I push him away. He grabs my arms and pins them above my head. My mind is telling me no. My heart is telling me, fuck it.

"Come on, baby girl." He coos into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You know you want to." He smirks. But, in a way, he's right. I sigh. "N-no..." I say, fumbling over my words slightly. "Why not?" He asks. I feel his warm breath against my slightly exposed neck, sending goosebumps all down my body. The smell of his cologne hits me, but not to violently. "W-well..." I stutter, looking for things to say. "Well?" He questions. I sigh in defeat. "Exactly." He smirks down at me.

"Now, be a good girl for daddy, princess." He whispers as his hand goes up my skirt.