Evan’s POV
I looked up at Alex in shock. My lips were slightly parted as I silently gaped at him. By now, his lips were so close that it was practically brushing against mine lightly. I felt a tingly sensation run through my body as his lips made contact with mine.
Am I dreaming? What should I do? This cannot be happening. No way is this really happening. The guy who has been bullying me since I was a freshman is now on top of me, much less kissing me! Is he drunk? Is he mistaking me for some girl? I’ve got to stop this before it escalates any further, but damn does it feel good.
I hesitantly put my hands on his chest to push him back lightly. He pulled away and looked at my flustered frame.
“Just relax,” he whispered, before making his way down toward me.
“Wai-,” before I could finish my word, his lips were connected to mine again. I felt his thumb graze my right cheek lightly, and a moan escaped from me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer to me. Before long, he pulled away.
“Why?” I questioned breathlessly. “I-I don’t understand,” I whispered, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“You’re such an idiot,” he muttered, before pulling me in for another kiss. He pried my mouth open with his tongue, before exploring every inch of it. I gasped when he started sucking on my tongue, before letting a moan quietly escape me. I felt his hands seep under my shirt and felt his cold hands touch my bare skin.
He pulled away and started to leave wet, butterfly kisses up and down my neck. I tilted my head to grant him better access. It was only when I heard the sound of the my belt buckle that reality hit me. My eyes shot open and my hands immediately flew to his wrist to prevent him from venturing any further into my pants.
“W-Wait, this is e-enough,” my voice wavered. It was as if he didn’t hear me, since he didn’t stop, not in the slightest. He shook my hands off and continued to fumble with my belt. “A-Alex?” When he had my belt off, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled my ziper down, all the while tugging on my pants. “Alex, stop!”
He kissed me again to muffle my pleas, but instead of being gentle like he had earlier, this kiss was rough and aggressive. I wanted to stop him, but I was too scared. Instead, I balled my hands into fists and shut my eyes tightly. I let out silent tears as my pants were completely pulled off and his knee grinded on my clothed crotch.
I arched my back when I felt his fingers fondle my nipples. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and bit it. I screamed against him and tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t budge. He pulled away to look at me after a while, and a look I couldn’t pinpoint crossed his eyes. He stopped his assault on my body, and instead, brought his hands on my cheeks. He used his thumb to wipe my tears and leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips. After a second, he pulled back and got off me.
I scrambled off the floor and sat on my bum, while eyeing him cautiously. I was too afraid to speak or do anything right now. What if he decided to attack me again?
“Why didn’t you put up a fight?” He asked me harshly. “What if I had been an actual rapist? Are you going to give in that easily without a fight?!” He yelled. “You just laid there and cried! You should have punched me, or kicked me! Hell, you should have even bit me! But no, you just took whatever I was doing to you! Why?! Are you really that weak of a person that you wouldn’t do anything except lay there and cry?!” I could see the anger coming from him. He abruptly got up and left the room, slamming the door in the process.
After he left, I let my head fall on my knees and sobbed. I knew I was being weak, but I couldn’t stop crying. I really thought he was going to rape me. The worst part is that he was right. I didn’t even try to stop him. I just stayed there and let it all happen to me. I didn’t put up a fight when I knew that anyone in their right mind would have. What was wrong with me? I hate myself so much right now. I really do.
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