The Town

Forced kiss

   Steve hauls his body over me and looks at me with lust in his eyes. His mouth curled up into a smile. He started getting closer. Thats when something clicked in me. I kicked him in the gut, but not too hard, got up and ran out the door. I looked at the clock and saw that I had one hour and thirty minutes left for school. I decided to sleep for thirty minutes or rest my head up on what just happened.

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At school:

                  I put my stuff into my locker and head to my first period class, Math. I stop in my tracks when I remember I have Rowely in my math class. I don't know how I'm supposed to handle this, but I know my acting skills are on point. Never know when you have to act fake.

   I reach to open the door to class a little hesitantly, but another hand behind me reaches it before I do. I jump up, a little startled by the sudden movement, and quickly spin around to the person behind me. I hit my face on a hard chest and back away. I look up and see Him. Speak of the Devil, I thought. Anger is boiling inside me for what he had done to me for his....desire. I thought of how the four inch cut near my elbow could have been deeper if he had put a little more weight onto it. That made me a bit more scared of him than I already was. I didn't let myself show my anger or how scared I was of him. Instead I plastered a great fake smile and turned on my acting skills. "Hmm. Seems you have recovered a bit," He says with glint of confidence in his eyes. His eyes trailed down my arm, as if to tell me,'remember?'. "Ah. Ya. Thanks for taking care of me. I should be heading inside, class starts in two minutes," I say as sweetly as I could. This is making me sick, I thought.

   I turn back around and head into class. I was amused that the teacher wasn't sleeping this time. I also learned this teacher has quite the reputation because almost every girl seems to be falling for him. It must be why he thinks he can do whatever he wants, I thought. I have to admit the math teacher is pretty hot, he's 21, and has a skimpy, but toned body. Although my kind of guy is younger, cute but not sexy, well maybe a little hint of sexy, skimpy, but toned body, quite, and shy. There was only one thing that I liked in the teacher, but of course I wouldn't fall for his body. He just didn't have the rest so I'm not interested in him. I don't even know his name, that's how uninterested I am.

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   The teacher looks up from the papers he was looking at, greets me with a 'hello' and a smile. I sat down, but he was  staring at me like I was the only one in the room. I decided to look at my algebra notes in my note book.

   'Ding, Ding, Ding'

   The bell rings and class starts. The teacher starts class, but still stares at me as he talks. I just write down notes like I usually do to keep myself at the top. This time was different I didn't do it for that, I was doing it to keep myself busy so I didn't end up in a sexual staring contest with the teacher. I also felt someone staring behind me. Bearing a hole into my back, I'm guessing that's Rowely. It's not that I haven't been stared at before, just not this long. Having them two stare at me made it very hard to concentrate.

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   After lunch I entered my 6th period class, gym. We were running 5 laps inside cause the gym is HUGE. So far I'm the fastest. I have been asked a couple of times yesturday by the track team members to join their running club, but I never really liked track. They were so desperate that they even tried to bring the handsomest guy they had to come up and ask me. He could barely speak a word cause he was so shy, but he ended up saying it. To be honest he was cute, but I already made up my mind.

   After running we played Volleyball. I'm bad, but good at Volleyball. I was better than the rest of the girls on my team and some of the boys. In this volleyball match it was girls VS. boys. There were 8 girls and 10 boys. It was pretty unfair, but we just played along since it was just a game.

   I was looking down at the floor losing myself to my thoughts when I looked up and saw the ball heading straight to me.  I have fast reflexes, but I hit the ball too fast and too hard that I ended up twisting my wrist. The ball went over though, so alteast we still get the point.

   I wince at the pain and the gym teacher notices right away. She is really nice and her looks are calming. Her hair colour is a nut brown, her hair is always in a tight poinytail. She has hazel eyes that seem to sparkle when she laughs, and she's a airhead, but pays full attention when somebodies hurt.

   She comes up to me in a worried expression. "Here let me help you up," I get up and look at my wrist. It seems to be forming a bruise. "Miss!" I look to the side to see who's calling her. I grunt and groan quitely when I see it's Rowely. I immediately know what he's heading at. "I can take her to the nurses office, I mean, er, it was my fault since I was the.....one who striked the ball....a bit too hard," He says acting like he was nervous and innocent. Psssshhh.Was a Little bit too hard. B!$@? Please! He's great at acting too, huh, I thought. I wanted to cut him off and say something, but brandon grabs the opposite arm, where it doesn't hurt and takes me out the door. "W-what?" I say kind of confused by his actions. "I'm not letting that bastard take you," He says while gritting his teeth. My jaw tenses up a bit. Does he know? I thought Rowely wouldn't tell anyone, I thought. "I knew something was wrong with you after you and Rowely came back from the nurses office when the bell rang. I also went back into the room again because I forgot a folder. When I saw you I knew something was wrong it was written all over your face. You are barely ever like that and I'm guessing it's because I caught you off guard," Brandon comtinued to rant on and I tried to cut him off. "B-Brandon..." I say a little above a whisper. "I swear to god," Brandon continues to say.

   "Brandon," I say a little louder, but he still continues to rant on. "He might've hurt you, he did, didn't he? That stupid brat!" He questioned, not even directed at me, but himself. I then decided he was too angry to even listen to what I have to say. Atleast now I know he has a short temper and when he's mad he talks alot. There was one way I could possibly think of even though there were probably lots of ways to shut him up. I thought of the stupidest one.

   I caught up to his pace and tugged him hard enough to make him stop walking. He stopped then faced me, but continued talking. "I knew i-" I cut him off. I pull the collar of his shirt hard enough to have him lean over to my face. I kiss his lips forcefully and feel that his words were finally stuck in his mouth. After a quick 7 seconds of kissing him, I stopped and tried to let go, but he grabs a handful of my hair and shoves me back into his mouth, forcefully. "Hmmmph," I hum sexually fustrated. I didn't think this would have to be such a force.