Ms.Bully

1

When I go to school it's just for school. Most people have a friend group to hang with while they go through hours of learning. I don't have any friends. At least not anymore. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I'm quiet or too boring. Maybe I'm the ideal person for what they think a school shooter would be. I don't check all the boxes, but I am a loner. I rest my head on the desk as I look out the window. My social skills aren't the best. I panic when it comes to public speaking. My hands get really shaky and my heart beats super fast. I choose to avoid crowds as much as possible especially when in a highly populated high school.
Today is Friday and on Fridays, the school makes different classes gather in the auditorium for movies or documentaries since it is a short school day. I usually sit on the balcony where almost no one sits. You know... still avoiding crowds. The closest thing to a friend was this really friendly girl. She had talked to me first which isn't surprising. She was probably use to initiating conversations. She was really spontaneous which stood out to me. She's the only one who talks to me anymore and she seems nice enough. Sometimes I find myself just admiring her silently as she would talk. People are the most beautiful when they aren't aware of it. I wanted to be like her, just the tiniest bit. I wanted to adapt her confidence when she spoke. She's like a firecracker who doesn't take no for an answer. She's an expert at socializing and a naturally charismatic person, unlike me. I don't know how she does it. It's a challenge to determine if it's a skill or a talent.

I walk down the hall among the clusters of students looking around for her as I made it into the auditorium. I spot her talking to her friend, Jasmine. We take our seats in the auditorium the rows farthest and highest from the stage the lights cut off and the documentary begins to play.

I was sitting next to her, Annabella. As much as I enjoy her company I always find myself feeling uneasy around her mainly because she was known for being a wild card. She's Mexican and made sure no one would forget it. She stood at 5'5. She had just recently cut and colored her hair. Before, her hair had grown to past her thigh and she complained that she was too short to keep tripping over her hair. She had dyed it to a dark brownish-maroon color. She had also got two more piercings in each ear and one in her belly button that she proudly liked to flash at people when she wasn't wearing a crop-top.
She took out a bag of hot chips as we focused on the screen. "You want some?" She offered I shook my head no before sinking a bit in my seat trying to get comfortable. My knee hit the seat in front of me but the seat was empty. I watched as two small feet came into view as Annabella sets her feet on top of someone's seat in front of her. I look at her seeing she was unfazed. The person whose head was met with her feet wasn't so indifferent. The husky dude turned around and pushed her feet away and she put them right back munching on her chips. "Ana stop before you get in trouble," I warned looking back as a teacher walked up the steps and then back down. "He wasn't gonna stop me." Anabella retorted confidently. "Please just stop." I urge "Fine." She says before crumpling up her empty bag of chips and stuffing it into the hood of the dude in front of her. My mouth open and closes like a fish for a moment as I laugh in disbelief. I slowly shake my head. The husky dude gets up and walks down the stairs to get closer to the stage. I guess he was tired of her.
She takes my jacket that had laid on the seat and puts it around her before leaning back and watching the screen. I watch the screen as well it was talking about the Jin Dynasty.
My focus was interrupted by a small leg plopping onto my knee. I continued to look forward to the screen. I felt her other leg plop onto my thigh. I glance at her to see she was leaning on her friend ready to fall asleep. I thought I would die from anxiety. I continue to watch her for a bit my eyes scanning over her features before turning my head back to look at the screen.
After a few minutes, I feel her legs move off of me, and then it was replaced with her torso. Have you no shame? She was almost sitting in my lap. I am internally panicking freaking sweating bullets. "Yo, what are you doing?" My voice was calm but mentally... I was nowhere near it. She turns around straddling my waist. I look around but there was barely anybody up there. "You." She responded. She was staring into my soul. "Look, the Ming Dynasty." I point trying to obscure her attention from me but I knew she wasn't interested in China's history of collapsing dynasties. I feel her small hands cup my face forcing me to look at her. "You're so cute when you're all nervous and shit." She smirks with a small giggle.
As visually appealing as she is I'm terrified, not of her exactly but of what unpredictable thing she might do. I feel her wet stripe along the side of my neck. I wipe it feeling chills up my spine as my hair stands. "Did you just lick me?" I question looking up into her eyes. Why is she so confusing? I want to grab her waist but I feel like I would be giving in to what ever she wants me to do. She would win whatever sick game she's playing. "Can you move?" I asked moving my head back to look at the screen as I bring my arms up to the armrest of the seat. She giggles "Make me." She says moving her face closer. I hear someone get up I look to see her friend Jasmine leave out the door. Don't leave me with her, alone. What happened to 'no man left behind'? "Look at me," Annabella says grabbing my chin. I close my eyes as she continues to try to force me to look at her. "Why should I?" I ask opening my eyes halfway. I couldn't see her face fully the only thing in view was her smiling lips. "You're the one who was looking at me earlier. In fact, you look at me like that every time I'm around. Don't act shy now," she said I could feel her hands slide down my chest. I sharply suck in air through my teeth and look up at her. "A man can't look?" I defend.
Her hands travel lower stopping at the top of my pants. "Sure, you can look but..." She grabs my manhood, causing me to try to instinctively move back in the seat. "Not for free." She whispers as she adds more pressure making me whimper. "You really thought I couldn't feel your eyes watching me?" she asks her had begun to move back and forth stroking my length through my pants. My hands grip the armrest as she continued to interrogate me. My head tilts back my body tensing for a moment as I began to breathe heavily. "I gotta say you are very cute but..." she chuckles her tortuous movements not stopping. I look down at her hands my jaw clenched. She pinches the tip making me groan my hips jerk back trying to move away from the source of the pain. "You don't follow directions very well." she frowns tilting her head to the side. She lets go of my crotch. She studied my face for a moment.

"Hmm...you are cute, tall, and..." She looks down at my crotch, "Big...So I guess you'll be mine." she went on. "You agree, right?" she asks. I don't answer still processing what just happened. Her eyebrows, furrowed "Right?!" She asks a little louder her hand slipping past my waistband gripping my future children.
I yelp "Yes! Okay, okay please stop." I plead to raise my hands. "Why should I? You're enjoying this just as much as me." She teased squeezing my balls harder. I groan shaking my head and shivering at the feeling. It was definitely more pain than pleasure.
"Fine, I'll stop for now. It didn't matter if you answered. You don't really have a choice." she huffs before releasing me and removing her hand from inside my pants. She looks behind her at the screen, "It's almost time to go anyway. We would want to get caught now would we?" She smiles grabbing my face and planting a kiss on my lips before she slides off my lap. "I letting you off easy this time, I'll see you Monday." She waves grinning as she walks out the door leaving me dumbfounded.
Easy? What the fuck was that? I sigh deeply before pulling my pants up further and repositioning myself in my seat.

She had me by the balls.

The next few minutes were a blur and by the time I had calmed down the rest of the students were filing out of the auditorium. I rise out of my seat. Ow, my balls hurt. I walk out of the door a bit slower. Something's bruised. Don't let her size fool you she's really strong.