The Worst Piece of Fiction You'll Ever Read

Confrontation

Ilaria's POV

First day of school. Even though I'm the most popular girl in school, I can't help but feel my heart race as I greet everyone I see as I pass the halls. As quickly as I enter school, I get pulled into the girl's bathroom, a small hand grasping my sweatshirt. Yanni pulled me into the dinky stalls, the faded green backgrounds and the smell of tutty fruity juul pod to be a distant memory. She pushed me against the stall door, her hair whipping into my face as the sound of her ragged breath echoed throughout the empty bathroom. She pressed her lips onto mine, and I taste her cherry chapstick as I push into her. I feel her tongue aggressively lick my lips as if she was silently asking to enter my mouth. I groan, a deep thrum from my throat as I respond enthusiastically, opening my mouth in an eager way. Our tongues intertwine, fighting for dominance. I could feel her hands all over my body, desperately trying to undo the buttons of my collared shirt underneath my sweatshirt. I groan, feeling her fondle me furiously. A high pitched whine escapes Yanni's throat, a much-needed sign for me to suddenly flip her over so her back touches the stall, my mouth hovering over her neck possessively. I bite and suck on her delicate flesh, leaving bruises, hickeys, and bite marks all over her. I trail them down her chest, leaving purple spots in their wake. As my mouth hovered over her trembling body, I heard the bathroom door open, footsteps walking in. My heart freezes, and I can feel Yanni's body go cold in fright. I squat on the toilet so whoever is in the bathroom cannot see there are two people in one stall. Slowly I avert my eyes over the stall, and see Emma. 

"Oh fuck" I whisper to myself. Emma, of all people? I 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 if she found out Yanni and I are secret hook up buddies, she would tell the school in an instant. I look at Yanni, obvious fear in my eyes. "Be quiet" I whisper in her ear. She nods, taking my sweatshirt and tugging it over herself to hide the bruises on her neck. As she pulls it over her neck, she bumps into her hanging backpack, causing it to fall onto the ground with a loud 𝓹𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓴! 

"Who's there" Inquired Emma as she lowered herself to see whose shoes were in the stall. She obviously noticed there were two people in one stall, making her grin in anticipation. I desperately hoped she would give up and leave, but this was to no avail. The bell for 5th period suddenly rang, loud and clear. Yanni looked at me in panic, "Ilaria, we need to go! I cannot be late for English!!" She said, pouting at me adorably. I guess we would have to leave sometime, so with a deep breath in, I pushed open the stall door to face Emma. 

"Oh hey girly! What's uhh... what's up with you" Yanni stammered, a blush rising to her cheeks. 

"Nothing much, just keeping myself clean" Emma said, as she looked Yanni up and down, pausing on the visible marks on her face and our disheveled hair. 

"However, I would recommend that you guys forget about the new girl, Lucy. I have my eyes set on her and I would not want anything about you two get out and for everyone in the school to know" she said, giving us an arrogant smirk. Noticing the tense atmosphere she had created, she turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom, her converse squeaking against the tile floor. 

"𝓞𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽" I said to Yanni. We. Were. Fucked.