Road Trip 》Multi fandom

four.

AN: hey all. Sorry for such a long wait. I needed internet and I finally have it. Expect more updates 

Lydia

His hands were on my waist. Firm but light. His lips attacked my neck eagerly, like a vampire drinking blood from his victim. I moaned softly at the amazing sensation he gave me. I knew it was wrong to be doing this, but I couldn't help it. The opportunity came up when Jackson and I were 'on a break' and I couldn't stop this with Scott. I felt bad, I honestly really did, I just didn't know how to end it with either of them. 

Scott's hands slid up my bare legs, under my dress. His hands were soft and it never felt determined. Jackson always seemed so keen and just wanted to rush it along and do the job. Scott was more gentle, he wanted to do it and make the most of it. I guess that's why I kept both around. Scott was just too nice to drop, and Jackson, he was my boyfriend. My long term boyfriend which it seemed like a waste to just drop it now. 

"You really are so beautiful" Scott's words mumbled over the skin on my neck. He lifted me up slightly off the wooden desk I was currently, just enough to pull down my panties.

The room was barely used, only here for when something needed to be renovated in another classroom or sometimes detention. It was the perfect place for a secret hook up. Especially when its not supposed to happen on school grounds, let alone a classroom. 

"You're amazing" I told him in response to his compliment. I felt a small chuckle leave leave Scott's mouth. I pulled his head up to mine so we could share kiss, a proper kiss. One of Scott's hands went to his jeans, undoing the buttons and pulling them down slightly. 

I can't explain why I felt the need to do this, I've never been hurt or betrayed. I've never had any reason to go behind Jackson's back. Our relationship may be a bit rocky at times with him being the star lacrosse player and girls hitting on him, knowing I'm with him, but he never acted on it. He never once gave me the reason to go and sleep with Scott. The co-captain of the team. 

I began to lower myself on the desk, while Scott got ready. I laid on the hard desk and Scott grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him. Although he is a very soft and affectionate lover, he has a dominating power that I love about him. Scott leaned over my body as he pushed into me. My back arched and Scott sucked on my chest, leaving a mark behind. That's something I'll definitely need to cover up. 

My hands roamed over Scott's back, feeling the muscles in his back contort as he moved inside me. My nails lightly dragged over his skin, just enough to feel, but not enough to leave a mark. Not that it would matter. Scott wouldn't care at all. I knew he would love to show off anything with his secret lover. 

Being with him took me to a whole different place, I was in bliss, so much so I nearly didn't hear the door handle giggle determinedly. Scott pulled away quickly, fixing up his pants while I jumped of the desk and pulled up my underwear, fixing up my dress to cover any thing that became revealed during our secret little rendezvous. Scott picked up his shirt that was balled up on a students desk and pulled it over his head quickly. 

We were stuck, all we could do was hide in the supply closet of the classroom until whoever came in left. Scott grabbed my hand and hurried us to the closet, entering and closing the door behind us just we heard the click of the door unlocking. The sound of high heels clicked through the room and looking through the draws of the desk I was previously lying on. Scott smirked at the obvious detail we were previously doing something so scandalous on the place an unknowing person was currently at. 

It took a few minutes, but the teacher shortly left and we could finally breathe and walk out of the tight fitting space. "Well that was close" Scott laughed. He faced me and cupped my cheeks and leaned down, pecking my mouth that was surely swollen and lipstick was smudged. 

"Yeah" I pulled his hands down. I wasn't in the mood for sex any more. Not after such a close call like that. 

"What's wrong?" Scott asked. "We never not finish off" he was confused, but he sounded mad.

"I'm not in the mood" I shrugged it off, fluffing up my hair. Scott rolled his eyes and walked a few steps back before pacing. 

"I'm getting sick of this Lydia. I'm sick of the hiding! You have to decide, me or him" I had never seen this Scott before. So angry and mad. He's always been so carefree and relaxed. "If you don't decide I'm going to Jackson myself." 

I felt my heart stop. Why would he do this to me? He has never shown any interest in being anything more before now. 

"Scott please. You're not serious, are you?" the glare he gave me was all I needed as a confirmation that he was being deadly serious. "Okay, let me think about it. Please?" I had to buy time. Enough so I could think about who I would chose or if I should just tell Jackson everything that happened. 

"You have a day Lydia" he said before turning on his heel and leaving the room, and be behind to think about the situation I was now in. 

What have a I done?

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The day went by quick, I still hadn't made up my mind. Not that Scott or Jackson knew that. I walked down the hallway to go to my locker. I only had a few more classes of the day before it was time to go home. 

But as I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but get the feeling I had eyes watching me. I looked to each side of the hallway, groups of two or three were looking over a phone and laughing. What on Earth was going on? 

I hurried down the hallway, trying to see if I could see anyone who would be nice enough to tell me what everyone is laughing at. I made it to my locker first though, and written in black capital letters was the word SLUT. Underneath it, written smaller but large enough to still be seen was 'OINK OINK'. 

I gaped at the horrible words. Who could possibly do this? No one knew about what I do, and there is no way Jackson or Scott could be behind the words. That still hadn't been explained to me. 

I turned back to face everyone, they were all snickering at me. Then I saw someone, a boy, he was standing at his locker, staring inside it. He wasn't laughing or anything. I decided he would be my best bet. I made my move and walked over to him. I tapped his shoulder and he jumped, with a panicked expression on his face, he faced me and it only slightly relaxed. 

"Hey, what's everyone looking at?" I asked him. I couldn't remember his name, but I remember seeing him around. He was one of Scott's friends. He looked worried to give me the answer. 

"Uh," he scratched the back of his neck. "I don't think you want to know" he mumbled. 

"I have had my locker vandalised! I want to know why!" I shouted at him. More people looked at me and he jumped again. Though it made him scramble for his phone out of his pocket. He fiddled around before showing me a messages from an unknown number. 

It was pictures of me, all in my underwear posting in what was supposed to be a sexy pose. But looking at it now, especially with what was written, I realised I wasn't as skinny as I was. I was indeed a pig. Disgusting and fat. What made me send those pictures in the first place was beyond me. 

I shoved the boy's phone back to him and wiped away the tears brewing. I had to leave, I couldn't face it anymore. I fixed up my bag and ran down the hallway, not before I heard the boy say a 'sorry' to me. It didn't help. Nothing could help the humiliation that was surrounding me. I reached my car and sat in the drivers seat, letting tears roll down my cheeks.

From my bag, my phone beeped. I pulled it out to see a message from the sender 'unknown'. I clicked it open to see a message I would never forget. 

Unknown:
You deserve all you get fat whore!

This was definitely the worst day of my life.