Everything She's Not

Invitation

Lilly is the most picked-on girl in her senior class. Gabriel is her main bully, the hottest guy in school, and a mysterious bad boy. Rumors are going around the school about him being in a gang. One of them is really outrageous, but perfectly believable; he's f****d every girl in this school. Some believe he's the leader of the gang he's supposedly a part of.

Gabe walks into the lunchroom, and Lilly's heart skips a beat as he narrows in on her with those dangerous eyes of his. She stares for just a moment, taking in the sight of him in a black muscle shirt and black sweats. He seems to be coming from gym class. Or maybe it's just a lazy day for him? Either way, he looks delicious. She quickly glances back down at her book and shoves a potato wedge in her mouth before she becomes a target again.

She feels him staring her down as he walks towards the mostly empty table she's seated at. His palms slam down on the table, causing Lilly to jolt a bit. The whole cafeteria stops to watch the daily horror show. Gabe snatches the book from her hands.

"This looks interesting." His grin is menacing.

"Stop! Give it back, Gabe!" She stands up, trying to get the book from him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." He leans closer, cupping one ear.

"I said, stop, Gabe!" His eyes rake their way down her body at the sound of his name coming from her mouth.

"You want it back?!" He feigns handing it to her, just to swipe it away again.

Lilly tries to lunge towards him as he moves back, causing her to trip over her bag and land, face-first in front of him. The slap of her bare hands against the tile floor echoes through the cafeteria, followed by loud guffaws. He squats down in front of her, thumbs through the book with a devilish smirk, and reads a dog-eared page out loud.

"Look, she saved this page. Let's see what's so important!" He raises his voice with every word, projecting the disgust.

"Please..." Lilly begs, barely above a whisper. A small whimper escapes when he grabs her hair to lift her gaze to his.

"Oh, that was amusing." He whispers to her. "I think we all wanna hear the underlined paragraph in your smut book." His voice echoes.

"He bites my earlobe, and the pleasure rushes through me like a roaring river. My panties are soaked, and he doesn't care. He taunts me and walks away with a smirk that says he'll be back to finish me off. I feel the heat reach my cheeks when I realize we're in public. How can he do this to me in school, of all places?" He pauses, raising his eyes to reach her tearful ones. He looks back down, scanning her red, freckled cheeks on the way.

"Sure enough, he catches me in the locker room after gym class and presses me against the shower wall. We're alone this time, but the sneakiness of it all turns me on. His mouth roams my body, reaching my chest, and we lose control while the steamy water sprays over us." His face changes from curiosity to disgust before dropping her head and standing up.

"Wow, leave it to an unfuckable virgin to be a freak." He chuckles before flipping her book on the table, keeping it open, and walks away with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"This was fun, Lilly. See ya again later." She watches him walk far enough away before she stands.

Her face hurts, her hands are sore, and she's laughed out of the lunchroom. She gathers her things, running out with a face full of tears. He doesn't torment her for the rest of the day. The only attention he pays to her is a hungry glance or two. During gym, she's in the tiny shorts she's forced to wear for class.

She's not a size two, more like a 2x, and all that was left was an XL. Her boobs barely fit the shirt she's been given, and it's more of a crop top, showing most of her stomach. She tugs it down while she walks over to the girls' side of the dodgeball game. She can feel her stomach jiggle a bit; it's not huge, but it's not toned. Her thighs are rubbing together, and it feels like her ass cheeks are getting too much airtime.

He looks up from across the gym, wearing a white T-shirt that fits better than hers and black basketball shorts. His tattooed arms are fully exposed, and she sees one peek out from under the collar of his shirt, over his shoulder blades, when he turns to see what's being said by the other guys.

"She looks like a nice, round donut. I'd stick it in her hole, to say I did." A sleazeball from behind him blurts out.

He turns to glance at the piece of crap behind him. "Hey, focus on Coach. He's talking."

His jaw clenches, thinking about that creep's hands on her. She plays with the end of her braid while his eyes pierce through her. She feels like he's undressing her with those amber eyes. His stops on hers when she shifts her feet slightly, clearly uncomfortable.

"Hey, nerd! Didn't you hear him?!" The perky and evil blonde, Carly says.

Lilly looks over at Carly, barely able to break the intense eye contact with her bully. "Huh?" She asks.

"You're on the guys' team; they're a man down." She gestures for Lilly to go to the other side of the gym.

Terrified, she slowly moves over there, watching the slimeball jocks eye her. She stops beside Gabriel, feeling strangely safer beside the guy who torments her daily.

"They couldn't give you better-fitting clothes?" He growls out, clenching his jaw with his words.

"Why do you care? I bet you're getting a kick out of this." She mumbles, frustrated and uncomfortable.

He nods, a barely noticeable nod, and the dodgeball game starts. The girls start aiming for Lilly pretty quickly. He grabs a red dodgeball, two inches from her face. His arm reaches out in front of her, at the speed of light, and catches the ball midair; the smack is heard as it echoes off the walls.

She lets out the breath she'd been holding, and he hurls the ball at Carly, hitting her in the thigh. The girls start dodging the balls with screams and whines as the guys chuck them at the bouncy, skinny bimbo crew. A few normal girls are left standing when Coach calls it because the bell rings. Since it's the last class for the day, she decides to shower the sweat off her body.

As she's heading to the girls' locker room, Gabe comes up behind her and grips her wrist. His large thumb presses against the veins on the underside of her wrist, and her breath hitches. Something about the way he's holding her back feels like a warning, so she turns to look at him. His sweat is causing the white T-shirt to stick to his skin.

"Don't shower. The guys are planning something." His eyes follow the sweat droplet falling into her cleavage.

"Yeah? How do I know you're not the one planning something?" She tries to jerk her wrist away, and his grip tightens.

"Gabe, let go." Her voice is breathy, and she mentally curses at herself for being aroused by his dominant actions.

"God, don't say my name like that." He pauses, studying her. "Just don't shower, okay?" He releases her wrist and wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt, lifting it and showing his chiseled torso. She notices a small scar across his hip and bites her bottom lip for a moment.

"Watch it, Lilly. Keep lookin' at me like that, I might take it as an invitation." He smirks and whirls toward the boys' locker room, striding away.