Secrets

"Hey, Brynne."
I looked up from my text book, annoyed. Antonio, the heavy Italian jackass, was leaning over the lab table toward me. "Yeah?"
"I was wondering," he said, leaning a little closer, "if you wanted to go out with me sometime?"
Antonio had gained popularity earlier that year because of his rich father and bad mouth, but he was in no way the ideal guy. He wasn't the most attractive person, and his cocky manner and constant need to impress every breathing girl was getting old, fast.
"Um, no, thanks," I said, slightly uncomfortable. No one had seen me as girlfriend material before, but that didn't mean I didn't have standards. It was still hard to turn him down, though. I looked back down at my book, hoping he would get the message.
He looked stunned, but wasn't going to risk his dignity. "Uh, ok. Yeah, sure," he mumbled in his thick accent, starting to back away. I heard someone laugh across the room. I pitied him, but I wasn't about to look desperate and date him .
Antonio slumped away, back to the herd of jocks at the table across the room. They were trying to stifle laughter, badly, and staring at Antonio as he made his walk of shame.
Mercifully, the bell rang then, and I quickly darted out of class.

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The next period, I left halfway through class to get my notes. As I opened my locker, one of Antonio's friends and my constant craving, Drew, walked out of the bathroom. He was tall and thin, but extremely strong and handsome. He ran a hand through his dark hair and started walking towards me. I ignored him at first, trying not to stare as he made his way over. I fumbled with my locker door, then saw his hand press on the locker next to me. He leaned over me, smirking down.
I looked at him; he really was gorgeous. His deep brown eyes were enticing, like chocolate mousse, and his half-smile melting any self-control I had.
"So," he said, "why did you turn down Tony?"
"I-" I mumbled, looking back down at my locker, "I don't like him like that."
Drew chuckled. "Do you like me like that?"
"Um..." I swallowed.
He leaned closer; I tried to shrink back, but he slowly caressed my arm. I could feel him grip me harder as I turned my head, and then he kissed me, passionately, hungry for my lips.
At first, I fell into his soft body, my small frame fitting perfectly with his. I knew it was wrong, but it was my first real kiss. I remembered where we were, and pulled back.
"No... stop..."
I tried to push him away, but he was stronger, much stronger. Drew tightened his grip on my arm even more, and his lips ravenously came back for more. I couldn't stop him; nothing I did would have torn him away. He shoved my back into the corner, and a sharp lock dug into my spine. I couldn't move- I was paralyzed, both with fear and his hands against me. He kept going, running his tongue along the inside of my mouth as I tried to forget what was happening.
Finally, he pulled his tongue away, trying to get a better angle.
"Drew." I whispered his name, pleading for him to stop, but he just laughed against my cheek.
He pressed his lips to mine one last time, and pulled away, backing up slightly. I could still see the hunger in his eyes, and it scared me more than anything else. I didn't understand why he had chosen me, out of everyone he could have had.
"Get out of seventh period," he said softly, once again caressing my arm. I didn't dare refuse; God only knew what he could do to me if I did.
I watched him slowly walk away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. My forehead found the cool concrete of the wall, and I pressed my eyes closed.