Part 1-The First Day: Chapter 7: Getting Out
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Olivia’s P.O.V.
I ran out of Mr. Stokes' classroom. I was pissed. What was I doing thinking I liked him, thinking maybe I could trust him? He’d walk out the second he didn’t want to help or deal with me anymore.
Bang!
“Ouch!” I was so caught in thought, I didn't know where I was going.
"Hey! Watch where you are going, sl*t," a boy walking past said. "Oh wait, you probably enjoyed that."
My eyes filled with tears. I was going home now.
Before I could move, I was pressed against the lockers. It was the boy who called me a sl*t. He was tall and muscular. He was a blue-eyed blonde.
"Jack**s get off me," I screamed. I was in no mood. I was terrified, but I wasn't going to show it. I was clearly uncomfortable.
"Nah, you like it," he said. He leaned in pecking my lips. I tried to slap him, but he caught my hand. I tried to push him off, but he pinned me harder, pressing up against me. He released one hand and put it on my hip. He pushed his hand up until he reached the edge of my crop top. He started lifting it.
"Jeremy get off her!" Trevor screamed. Jeremy kissed my lips again, pushing his tongue past my lips and teeth. I was grossed out so much, words couldn't describe it. It was the worst thing my mouth has ever experienced.
Trevor grabbed the back of Jeremy's t-shirt, pulling his collar tight against his neck. It didn't stop him though. It lasted until the bell rang for the second hour to start.
Kids started chanting and gathering around. I heard people's cameras and saw the flashes. I was mortified, embarrassed beyond explanation.
"Jeremy! Jeremy! Jeremy!" they chanted. That was enough for me. I managed to push off me.
"p*****t!" I ran as fast as I could to my car and got in it. I was crying and banging my head on the steering wheel.
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