I never thought they would take it to that point. As I stood outside my locker, pinned against the wall, I could smell my own fear.
"Think you're funny, huh, Santonia? Let's see how funny you are when my brother gets here, we all know you like him, but you're a rotten thief and you should just kill yourself." Ryker Lynch laughed in my face as he stared angrily into my eyes.
"No, I just want to get ready for class... Please..." I begged, the tears streamed down my face as he held me against my will.
Rydel was quiet as the boys taunted me, and she seemed nice enough, but you could never tell with her.
"Here he comes thief-bitch!" Ellington (correct spelling much?) laughed evilly.
Rocky joined in.
Fuck it, I thought, let them kill me. I am just a worthless little stealer, anyways.
Just then I noticed Ross walking towards the group.
"Let her the fuck go!" He yelled, surprisingly pissed off. "Ross baby, they were just having some fun!" A popular bitch named Courtney laughed.
"Shut up, I'm not your baby Courtney!" Ross replied, still extremely pissed off.
Courtney stalked off, a jealous look on her face.
Then Ryker let go, an annoyed look on his face. "Jesus bro, I'm the oldest! I say what goes!" He exclaimed loudly.
"You won't touch her, you don't have the guts to mess with me." Ross whispered threateningly in his ear.
I stared, then ran off to class.
Luckily, it was last period so we got pretty hyped up, cos of course, it was a Friday.
When the bell rung, I ran out to my locker, desperate to avoid the 'R5' gang of bullies.
I did, for the first time in centuries. I ran home, excited that it was Friday.
Then I thought about Ross.
What had all that fuss been for? He used to be just like his brother, but then in the last year of high school, he totally changed.
He began defending me from bullies, and occasionally chatting me up, to which I didn't oblige.
I remember prom, Ross was prom king, and a bitch name Samantha Wortom got prom queen.
I had gravy tipped all over me that night, so I left, leaving Ross and his new make-out slut to their tongues.
When I got home, my mom was waiting for me.
"Desiree, why didn't you tell me you got yourself a job in New York? You can't go!" She yelled angrily.
"Well, for one, it was none of your business, and two, I wasn't going to go!" I screamed, then ran upstairs and cried on my bed.
Why did she have to be so possessive of me?
I heard a knock on the front door. "oh hi, Mrs Santonia! Is uh, is Des here?" I could recognise it as Ross' voice.
"Yes, she's upstairs." My mom replied. "Oh great, I have something to tell her." I heard him reply.
I heard him trodding upstairs, and suddenly dreaded whatever news he had.
"Um, would you go to prom with me?" He suddenly asked. I laughed. "You're joking right? You're the fucking reason I have cuts on my arm!" I screamed angrily.
"I'm so sorry... I was just a stupid kid! I never meant for it to go as far as my brother took it." He sobbed, tears streaming down his face.
I shoved him out of my room. "Yeah? Well I'm done with the bullshit!" I told him, and slammed the door in his face.
I ran to my bed and buried my head in my pillow. I sobbed silently so Ross wouldn't hear.
I heard my door creak open. "Mom, not now, please..." I cried. I felt a hand on my head.
I turned to see Ross, comforting me best he could.
Maybe he did mean he was sorry.
I suddenly had the impulse to hug him. I stood and wrapped my arms around his torso.
He looked surprised for a moment, but then embraced the hug with all the emotional strength in his body.
"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to say those things after you asked me so kindly to go with you..." I sobbed.
"It's alright. How was I supposed to know what a dick I was!" He laughed.
I smiled. He really did care about me...
"Um, Ross... How are we supposed to get to prom if we're graduated and already been to one?" I asked, cuddling against Ross's chest.
"If you've been invited you can go! And I've been invited..." Ross smirked.
"By who?" I said, but I was beginning to think I already knew. "Your sister" he said slowly.
"Katie?" I said, the anger rising in my chest. "Well? Are you gonna come anyways?" He soothed softly.
"Of course." I gave in, he was just too cute. Ross grabbed my waist and hugged me.
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Ross POV
When I hugged Desiree, I expected her to hug back, like you do, but she was really reluctant.
I wanted so much for us to work out and be together in the beginning, but on that day I don't think I did enough to earn her love again.
"Ross, what does this mean for us at school?" Desiree asked, looking into my eyes with a cute pout on her beautiful face.
God how I wanted to take her right there on the floor.
But a gentleman would not do that. And Desiree wanted a gentleman.
Hell, she DESERVED one after the atrocious way I acted. " the way we always have. I protect you, you're happy and safe, and we make our relationship obvious, and don't deny it." I told her with confidence.
She smiled and squeezed me a bit harder.
"I can't wait to go to prom!" She laughed happily.
"You can have whatever you want, babe." I whispered as we hugged.
I stared down at her boobs. They were huge! But to maintain a gentlemen's stature, I tore my eyes away.
She scoffed playfully. "You like them don't you?" She teased.
"Uh, yeah. Kind of..." I rubbed my neck awkwardly. "Well isn't Mr Disney a bit of a scoundrel?" She continued teasing me. It was so hard to resist taking her in my arms again and kissing her relentlessly.
She rubbed her arm as we heard her mum saying it was time I went home to my own family.
"Well I guess I have to go." I sighed.
"Ok." She smiled, rubbing my arm now. "I'll see you tomorrow." I told her, and trampled downstairs.
"Bye Mrs. Santonia!" I called. "Goodbye, Ross." She called back. I strutted out the front door, fixing my blonde hair as I went.
As I walked down the drive, I noticed the little garden gnomes that were staring at me from the side of the front yard's garden.
I told Des I'd see her tomorrow.
If there is a tomorrow for me.
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A/N
Hey ya'll sorry for the short update, but I'll turn up the action a bit more soon! So what do you guys think is wrong with Ross? Do you think he's planning something for prom? Let me know I you have:
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Hayran KurguA fan-fiction about a girl called Desiree and a guy called Connor Franta.