I looked at her, thinking in my head she must have had sex before. I wondered how it feels. Sex. Her blonde hair stopped at her shoulder in curled, thick locks. Brown eyes glistened like the piercing on the side of her nose. She tapped occasionally at her desk with long, pink acrylic nails and I watched. Something pushing inside of you, invading your space, entering your body. The pain of the first time, enough to make you bleed. It made my thighs close tight. It probably feels weird, but I don't plan on finding out soon.
Leela Stanson was her name. Leela was the 'little woman' of all the girls in 10th grade. She had a permit, an off the books job at the hair salon near downtown, a phone she bought herself and most importantly, Donald Tremont. Donald was rich, Donald was handsome, Donald was one of the basketball players for the school and most importantly, Donald was a senior. All the girls fell in love with Donald, his face, his voice and his body. Each year, a new flock of freshmen fell for his trap at the annual talent show held at my school. Every year he would sing and dance to "My Girl" by The Temptations, sucking up every heart of the innocent right in his cold, rigid palms. One afternoon, during 5th period Leela received a love letter in her locker on Valentine's Day from Donald. Word spread like wildfire. By 5th period, freshmen, sophomores, juniors and senior girls ambushed Leela wondering how did she pull off someone so hot, so "out of her league". (they would whisper to each other as they passed in the hall.) And every time she was asked she'd smirk, waggle her eyebrows and complete her cockiness with a shrug of her shoulders. "It just takes the right girl." I was busy admiring the look of 'grown' Leela gave off, before Keecie tapped my thigh. I turned to face her, slightly annoyed she ruined my day dream. "Yeah?"
"Me and Danny are going to Towns today, you coming?"
"I'll see. My parents are still mad about last time." Whenever Keecie and Danny go to towns, they go everywhere and, they get into trouble. Last time, I didn't come home until 12 and my mother and father went ballistic. I was on probation, though just for a few days, that's when they usually forget all the "you'll never go out again's" and "I'm keeping your phone" antics.
"Really? Well alright. Just let us know when you can."
I nodded my head, and turned to see the teacher glaring at my direction. I quickly thought of an excuse before he had the chance to embarrass me in front of the class.
"Do you have a question, Doctor Moore?" His tongue flicked as he stressed the 'doct', and fiddled the small piece of chalk between his stubby fingers.
My eyes quickly fell to my book, then up to Mr. Persaud. I hesitated, staring as if his appearance would provide me a proper lie. His almost pale skin reminded me of french vanilla icecream, and it looked like someone spilled black pepper over his lengthy beard. Gray and black facial hairs connecting all the way to the red turban on his head. "I, uhh.. don't understand number one." I lied.
"What don't you understand about it?"
"The whole problem. Like, how do you know the way to set up the proportion?"
"Excellent question.. next time, pay attention." A sea of giggles rippled throughout the classroom. My head went hot with embarrassment. As Mr. Persaud turned began to explain the math problem, the school bell rang and school was over. Almost in unison, every single student stood and began packing their bags. I stayed in my seat, carefully putting away my books, since I'm always the last one leaving. I like it that way. I squeeze my nimble fingers against the silver zip and closed my bag, sliding it on my shoulders before standing. The halls were empty by this time, since I held smalltalk with the teacher before he returned to his desk and sat on his phone with his wife, filing away student work and lesson plans.
My fingers dragged up the cold metal of the lockers, making a clunk noise as I passed each one. The hallway was quiet, and each classroom went dark, as chairs hung over their desks. I should probably hurry, before Keecie leaves me. I thought to myself, while turning the corner and pushing the doors open. I heard breathing coming from the other side of the glass, and turned my head to see Donald, unlit cigarette in hand. His body leaned against the walls, one foot against the pavement, the other pressing into the corner of the door frame. Donald lifted his chin, glaring at my direction, and there was something about it that gave me chills. My lips curved into an awkward smile as I looked forward and hurried down the first flight of stairs. His footsteps followed. As I turned to start at the second flight, I felt an arm on my wrist and a harsh tug followed.
"What do you think you're doing?!" I yanked my hand from his tight grip.
"Where do you think you're going, slut?"
I was too scared, too in shock to realize what was happening. I felt a hand drag up the back of my thigh and grip into my backside. It made me clench my legs together as my body shook in his hold. "Do you like that? Of course you do." My lips formed to say stop as oxygen filled my chest and adrenaline pumped at my heart. The air escaped from my throat, disabling me from talking. His fingers popped the button of my jeans with no hesitation and he squeezed the rim of my panties in his palms. "Leela never gives me any when I ask. She's so damn stuck up. What a bitch she can be." His nicotine breath lingered onto the sides of my neck. "But you.. Nobody cares about you. You don't even care about yourself. You look like a train ran you over everyday you walk into this building. And the way you stare at girls in class.. You must be a fag. No one will care if I get what I want with you." I shut my eyes and imagined it looming over my skin like a dark cloud of fog. He squeezed at my hips with his other hand. I winced, and as he tugged the lace of my panties up towards him I finally caught my breath and screamed. I yelled for my life. I yelled for anyone. I didn't stop yelling even when he smacked me, put a hand over my mouth. He ran down the stairs and cursed me as he evaded the scene. "You little bitch!"
