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I didn't know what to do, I just stood, pressed against the wall with the school's hot bad boy sucking on my lower lips like there's no tomorrow. I kept my mouth firm, and when his goddamn tongue seeked for entrance I don't agree. Unfazed with my lack of interest, his hands wandered down to my bodice as he raises my shirt up, tingling my navel. I stifled a gasp of visible pleasure and pushed him away softly.

He stands now, his lips bloated and red, staring at me with Lust filled eyes. Tentatively, I wiped my lips with the back of palm, eyeing him in spite. I turned the doorknob and made to go out.

He stepped forward and caught my arm, gently drawing me back inside. I turned and with my utmost willpower raised my palm to grace his heavenly cheek a slap but like an elder brother, he caught it mildly, his face contorted in amusement.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, tipping me completely off guard. After what he just did, my whole view of him changed, now I saw him as nothing but a man whore.

"When I was young, my mom used to tell me," I started, lowering my gaze. "That I shouldn't in any way allow anyone whether family, acquaintances or strangers touch some certain part of my body. She listed some but a few, my neck, lips, butt, stomach or my private organs. She told me that anyone who does that, I shouldn't stay near that person. And you..." my voice trailed off, sorrow breaking through my bones. “You who I just met two days ago, have the effortry, outright sagacity to violate those rules. Why did you, why did you do this, what did you gain"

"Hey hey enough. It wasn't intended," guilt flashed across his eyes. He held my shoulders tenderly. "Look, I was so caught up in the heat of the moment that I didn't... Stop crying now it's hurting me,"

A slap.

"Do not," I warned fiercely, taking little time to acknowledge that I'd just slapped probably the most richest and influential kid in this school. Right now all I can do is vent out my anger. He has no rights to any part of my body. "how can I hurt you.. For the love of christ we just met! Don't you find it odd to be kissing me already,"

"Look now... Let's just....I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm not the only..."

"Merton did it also. But I was going to warn him after all. But that he did it doesn't give you the allegiance to treat me like that," I stormed out, wiping my reddened eyes. He didn't come after me, he wouldn't dare. Right now all I could think about was home and my Mother's warning words echoing repeatedly.

You must never allow anyone, be it your dad or I touch you inappropriately.

Out at the hallway, students hung around in pairs whispering about my doomed fate. They however glanced at me when I came out in pity noting just how red my eyes were.

"Hey Aden," Lisa strutted over, her eyes gleaming in pity. "I heard some random kid saying that David..." I flinched in hate at the word. "Wait have you been crying?" her eyes fell on my bruised wrist. "And did he do that to you?"

"I can't talk right now Lisa," I hastily wiped the corners of my eyes repeatedly to make it look like they've been scratchy. "I just need to go home. Is Merton still at the field?"

"You've not answered me," She said with arms folded, her eyes hinted in disapproval. If you ask me then she looked like a scolding mother.

"It's nothing. They've been scratchy that's all. And you do know tears do come out when you scratch your eyes hard do you?" I attempted forcing a smile and...

Horrible failure.

She rolled her eyes. "Aden Henderson, we both have been in the same class since first grade, we both share the same birthday, have faced the same challenges. Now you tell me, don't you think it's enough time actually for me to have known you inside out. Face it, you've been crying and I may just know why,"

"Why? "I asked in apprehension, oh god did they somehow know just what had taken place in there?

"Screamed, threatened you. I'm sure you told him it was that bitches's fault and she'd tripped you first,"

"What exactly are you talking about?" I asked confused.

"Oh Aden you don't have to act brave. Come on where's all the ‘Populars down’ reality campaign tidbits I've been hammering on lately?"

Fully convinced that she'd gotten her head up in the cloud, I shook my head vigorously. "Okay forget it. Where's Merton?"

"Uh-umm at the field, but it's not like he's in the orchestra practicing what exactly to say is he? "She smiled sheepishly. I stared at her oddly. Whatever she meant.