UNTIL I MET HER

The sun-drenched football field was abuzz with activity as students gathered to watch the game. Bethany, lost in her own world, sat on the sidelines, intently reading through her script. Meanwhile, Ethan, poised to catch the ball, accidentally collided with Bethany, sending them both tumbling to the ground. As they struggled to untangle themselves, Bethany's hands instinctively landed on Ethan's chest. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, time stood still.
Ethan, flashing a charming smile, inquired, "You okay?" But Bethany's expression turned icy, her anger simmering just below the surface. "What's wrong with you?" she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
Ethan, still grinning, rose to his feet and offered Bethany a hand up, but she swatted it away, her frustration boiling over. As she stood, her gaze fell upon her torn script, and her distress deepened. "Oh no, no...my scripts! Did you really have to do this?" she lamented, her voice trembling.
Just then, Megan appeared, concern etched on her face...
Megan intervened, apologizing to Ethan, but Bethany was still fuming. "Seriously, Megan, he hit me!" she exclaimed. Megan tried to calm her down, saying "Let's just go, B." As they walked away, Bethany asked, "What was that for?" Megan replied, "There's no point," but Bethany cut her off, concerned about her ruined scripts.
Meanwhile, Ethan's attention turned to the game. "Simpson, pass the ball!" he shouted. Simpson replied, "That's not the game," but Ethan insisted, "Pass the f*****g ball!" Simpson reluctantly passed the ball, and Ethan threw it at Bethany, hitting her.
 Bethany, unfazed, picked up the ball and threw it back at Ethan, who caught it with ease.
Megan witnessed the exchange, and Bethany turned to her, saying, "You see, Megan?" But before she could continue, Sophie interrupted, her voice laced with malice. "Bethany, you know he's not yours." Bethany turned to Sophie, confusion etched on her face. "What are you talking about?"
Sophie sneered, "Your hands were on Ethan's chest. Keep those hands to yourself, or I'll help you." Ethan appeared, overhearing the conversation. Bethany confronted Sophie, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Cassie jumped in, trying to defuse the situation. "Let her be, Love. She's just crazy about Ethan, that's all."
Unfazed, Bethany shot back at Sophie "You must be crazy, Sophie. You know why? You're crazy about that guy, but he's a player, he's fake." The tension between them was palpable, with Ethan's gaze Bethany.
Cassie winced at the harsh words, "Ouch, Bethany." Bethany stood firm, "That's the fact, love." Cassie retorted, "Well, your hands were on his fake chest, how did you feel?" The other girls erupted into laughter.
Bethany scoffed, "He probably had plastic surgery, he's a liar." Ethan caught her gaze and smiled, seemingly amused. Cassie chimed in, "I guess I want to be part of that fake life." Megan tried to intervene, "B, Bethany," but Bethany cut her off, "Don't you get it? His whole life is a lie."
Megan pleaded, "Bethany, stop," but Bethany continued, "Megan, can you stop? He ruined my script and my dress, and this is my favorite color." Frustrated, Bethany stood up, turned, and hit Ethan, placing her hands on his chest again. Ethan smirked, "I heard that." Bethany retorted, "I don't care," before storming off. Ethan smiled and followed, leaving the girls in a whirlwind of drama.
As they left, Cassie wondered, "He just smiled at me," but Sophie disagreed, "I'm pretty sure it was me." Megan face-palmed, exasperated by the unfolding drama.
Bethany stormed out of the field, her emotions in disarray. Ethan appeared, blocking her path. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and urgent. Bethany tried to brush past him, but he grasped her wrist, holding her in place.
"Not possible," she spat, trying to wriggle free. Ethan's frown deepened as he grabbed her waist from behind, pulling her closer. "Let me go," Bethany demanded, struggling against his grip.
But Ethan held tight, his hands roaming her body. "You know I f*****g like it this way," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. Bethany's resistance faltered as he touched her thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of her gown.
"I f*****g love this flay gown," he murmured, his hands caressing her skin. Bethany's voice trembled as she pleaded, "Stop, stop... We can talk." Ethan's grip relaxed, and he bent his head, placing it on her shoulder.


"So this is your favorite color," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Bethany threatened, "I'm gonna shout," but Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity.
"And why would you do that?" he asked, his mouth inches from her ear. Bethany's voice barely audible, "So people can think you're trying to r**e me." Ethan's smile grew, his lips brushing against her ear.
"If I was actually trying to f**k you, it wouldn't be here... plus, it's not gonna be in this gown. Look at me," he urged, his eyes craving connection. Bethany hesitated, then turned to face him. Ethan's gaze devoured her, his eyes fixed on her lips.
"You're f*****g beautiful," he breathed, his desire palpable.
Bethany's voice trembled as she demanded, "Take your hands off me." Ethan's smile grew, "A little please won't hurt." Bethany's gaze met his, and she placed her hands on his, trying to push him away. But Ethan moved closer, his fingers tracing her thigh.
"Please, please stop," Bethany begged, her voice cracking. Ethan's smile widened, "I guess you're not as tough as you act." He removed his hands, but not before covering her thigh once more. "I'll see you some other time, Queen." With that, he released her and walked away, leaving Bethany breathless.
Later that afternoon, the rain poured down as Mrs. Wendy called the students to the hall for her speech. "This is a special year for our final year students," she began. But before she could continue, Ethan snatched the microphone.
"What the f**k are we still doing here listening to Mrs. Wendy's announcement?" he exclaimed. Bethany rushed to Mrs. Wendy "I had no idea he was going to do this again," she explained to Mrs. Wendy.
"Fix it, reschedule this whole thing," Mrs. Wendy ordered, leaving Bethany to handle the chaos. Bethany rushed to the studio, where Jamie awaited. "Jamie, this again?" she asked, exasperated.
Jamie apologized, "B, I'm sorry." Bethany's concern deepened, "Jamie, we talked about this. He threatened you again, didn't he?" Jamie nodded, and Bethany hugged him. "I'll handle this, just get the other students out of here." With that, Jamie left, leaving Bethany to confront the turmoil.
Bethany's voice echoed through the microphone, "Please everyone kindly return to your departments for your lectures." As the crowd dispersed, Ethan's frown deepened, and he headed towards the studio. Bethany stood tall, opening the door to face him.
"Why am I not f*****g surprised?" Ethan sneered, entering the room. Bethany moved backward, but Ethan closed and locked the door, trapping her. "What was that f*****g stunt you pulled?" he demanded, his anger simmering.
Bethany stood firm, "You act crazy every time, you know that right?" Ethan's eyes flashed, and he moved closer, his hands grasping her waist as she stumbled backward. "You changed your gown," he observed, his voice low and husky.
Bethany tried to escape, but Ethan's hands pinned her against the door. "One thing I f*****g hate is the word crazy," he growled, his face inches from hers. "I act crazy when that word is used, especially on me."
Ethan's gaze roamed her body, lingering on her curves. "I'm definitely not crazy," he whispered, his hands tracing her gown. "I need you to not classify me as that." Bethany tried to leave, but Ethan's hands held her captive, his fingers teasing her nipple.
"Stop," Bethany pleaded, but Ethan's touch only intensified. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispered, "I just wanna show you how a crazy guy would act." Bethany's body trembled as Ethan's hands explored her, his fingers pressing her n****e, sending shivers down her spine.
Bethany pleaded, "Please," as Ethan's fingers touched her n****e, Ethan's voice was low and husky as he whispered, "Easy, Queen." He bent forward, his eyes locking onto hers, and began to unbutton her gown. Bethany's plea was urgent, "Please stop."
Ethan's gaze never wavered, but his hands paused as Bethany's body began to shake. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Bethany's body trembled, and she hit Ethan's face, 
He turned his head, his expression unreadable. Bethany's words tumbled out, "You're a real mess, you know. I heard a lot about you. It turns out..." But Ethan cut her off, his voice firm and commanding,with darkened expression , "If you've heard a lot about me, you wouldn't do what you just did."
Ethan's gaze intensified, and he moved closer, his hands grasping for her. Bethany grabbed the key from his pocket, "Hand over the key now." Ethan's eyes narrowed, sensing her fear.
As Bethany tried to open the door, Ethan's grip tightened, and she hit the door, "Don't touch me." Ethan's lips curled, "You know I was going to f*****g let you go."
With a frown, Ethan's hands roamed her body, unbuttoning her gown further. Bethany warned, "Stay away from me." Ethan's grip on her hands tightened, and he whispered, "That's more like it."
Bethany's silence was met with Ethan's probing hands, his fingers caressing her breast. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Ethan's eyes gleamed with triumph.
As Bethany struggled to free herself, Ethan's grip only intensified, "You'll hurt yourself, Queen." He bent closer, his breath hot against her skin, "You're trying not to get turned on."
Bethany's heavy breathing filled the air, and Ethan's hands finally released her breast. But his touch only moved lower, to her thigh, Ethan's hands moved lower, touching her panties, and Bethany's struggles intensified.
Bethany's pleas were desperate, "Stop... Please stop." 
"Please don't do this," she begged. But Ethan's fingers probed deeper, until he finally stopped, releasing her hand.
Bethany's legs buckled, but Ethan caught her, pulling her up gently, his hands encircling her waist. He unlocked the door, and Bethany's eyes met his, a mix of fear and confusion.
She pushed his hands away, leaving him, and tried to cover herself up. But her escape was short-lived, as she collided with Cody, who grabbed her wrist. "Let go of me," Bethany demanded, but Cody's gaze was fixed on her breast, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Easy, princess," Cody sneered, as Bethany struggled to break free. Her hair ribbon came undone, and her hair scattered wildly. "Let me go!" she demanded, but Cody's grip only tightened.
He dragged her into the studio, where Ethan turned to face them. Cody taunted, "I'm guessing we can both have our fun with her, right?" Bethany's hands flailed, exposing her breast, as she tried to escape.
Ethan's voice was firm, "I highly doubt that." He moved closer, his eyes locked on Bethany, as she tried to flee. But there was no escape. Ethan's gaze shifted to Cody, "Take your hands off her."
Cody's voice was laced with incredulity, "Are you f*****g serious?" Ethan's response was firm, "Now." Cody's grip on Bethany relaxed, and Ethan swiftly took his place, his hands encircling her waist.
He led her out of the studio, his touch possessive. Bethany's hands instinctively covered her exposed skin, her eyes cast downward. Ethan's gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable.
He handed her his jacket, "Put this on." Bethany covered herself, her eyes blazing with anger.
"You know none of this would have happened if you just stayed away from me," she spat. Ethan protested, "Look, I had no idea he was going to do that." But Bethany cut him off, "Yes, you did. You're both the same."
Ethan's expression darkened, "Next time you come near me, Bethany's words dripped with venom, "But before she could continue, Ethan's voice cut her off, his tone low and menacing, "It's gonna be a lot better for you if you stop there."
Bethany's eyes flashed with defiance, but Ethan's grip on her arm was unyielding. He pulled her close, his eyes fixed on her breast, his voice dripping with desire, "I always get what I want."
Bethany's anger flared, "I f*****g want you so bad, and I'm not gonna stop." But Ethan's expression only darkened, his fingers tightening around her arm. "With that, he released her, and stormed off to confront Cody.
"Cody, don't f*****g try that again," he growled, his frown deepening. Cody's shrug was nonchalant, "Chill, man, she's just like every other girl."
Cody's dismissive tone grated on Ethan's nerves and his frown deepened, his eyes narrowing at Cody's cavalier attitude.
Ethan's gaze narrowed, his eyes boring into Cody's, his expression a clear warning. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them oppressive.
But before he could respond, Simpson interrupted, "Ethan, Jamie's here." Ethan's gaze shifted, his expression darkening as he took in Jamie's nervous demeanor.
"What was our deal?" Ethan demanded, his voice low and even. Jamie hesitated before answering, "Ethan, I...".
But Ethan cut him off, his eyes flashing with intensity, "What's the girl's name?" Jamie's voice trembled, "Bethany."
Cody snorted, "We'll deal with her as we always do." But Ethan's response was immediate, "No one touches her. I'll handle her."
Cody bristled, "You're not my boss." Ethan's smile was cold, "Why don't we find out?"
Simpson intervened, "Cody, enough." But Ethan's attention had already shifted to Jamie, "Jamie, get out of here. You don't know anything about this."
Jamie didn't need to be told twice, fleeing the scene with haste. Ethan followed, his departure a clear indication that the conversation was far from over.
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