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This is my new rough draft. It's a high school alternate universe storyline.

Chapter 1

My car was in the shop. I stood waiting on the bus after school with a group of freshman. I towered above them. They all looked too young to be in high school and I started to wonder if I had looked that small two years before.

The ugly yellow vehicle pulled up, its brakes squealing as it came to a stop and I filed in line for a ride. I could have bummed a ride from any of my friends, but I wanted to be left alone that day. My current girlfriend, Christy, would have jumped into any car I got into. I didn't feel like dealing with her.

I liked to sit in the back of the bus, but there weren't many of those available by the time I climbed aboard. I could have taken any seat I wanted, but instead I flopped down in the first empty seat in the middle, sitting next to a girl who instantly cringed and slid as far away from me as she could. I took a glance at the girl who hid her face behind long wild red hair. She didn't look at me. Actually, she trembled a bit. I blew out a deep breath and directed my gaze straight ahead.

I was a bit of a bully. Well, me the friends I hung out with, but that shit wasn't entertaining anymore and I really didn't like the way some of my peer's eyes filled with fear when they saw me coming. I couldn't even make excuses anymore. For a year and a half I told myself that I wasn't doing anything wrong. I didn't start shit. I was just there while my friends did. I didn't like the things the jocks did to the weaker, smarter kids, but I didn't stop it and I laughed at their teasing just so I would belong.

The girl beside me nervously opened the small paperback sitting on top of the stack of books she held on her lap.
"Whatcha reading?" I casually conversed.

She didn't even look my way and I thought I heard her taking heavy breaths.

I lifted the book and read the title.

"I should be reading that." I stated blandly. "I couldn't get past page one."

Most the books I had in that class was hard for me to get into. I wasn't much for books or reports or papers. I wasn't into much of anything which explained why I was cut from the football team. My talent on the field didn't matter at all I guess.

"It was hard to get past the first few chapters." She spoke very soft almost whispering. "But after that it's really good."

"I'm failing that class." I admitted. The girl was in my English class and she was smart. She had skipped a few grades. I guess she had her priorities straight. "Maybe I need a new partner in study hall." She was in that class with me too. She was in a few of my classes come to think of it.

"Maybe you should drop out of CP classes." She whispered sarcastically, then abruptly held her books to her chest. Like She was trying to curl up into a protective ball.

I guess she thought her words would anger me. My friends teased her more than any other kid in the school. She always walked around with her head down. Her wild hair always concealed her and she wore old clothes. They weren't in style at all. Some were tattered and dingy looking. Even the poorest of kids had nicer things even if they weren't brand named.

"You're probably right." I chuckled.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stared with a dropped jaw.

"Wow." I always thought she was sweet and didn't deserve what we did to her, but I had never been close enough to really see her. "You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen." I blurted out. Electric blue eyes is what I wanted to call them.

"Excuse me." She said meekly, rose and slipped past me.

I followed her off the bus. I was two stops from my own and I don't know why I was suddenly drawn to this girl.

"Wait up!" She glanced behind just long enough to notice I was following her then she bolted into the nearby wood line. I ran after her, ducking under limbs that her shorter frame had no trouble getting by. "Hey!" She ran faster until she tripped over a small branch and fell to the ground.

She was sobbing and holding her ankle when I caught up to her.

I towered over her. Staring at the girl who tried to inch away as I came closer. I should have said something but I couldn't take my eyes off exposed skin. She'd torn the frail tee shirt she'd worn that day. It barely hung on and I was again in awe.

I stared too long at a tattered bra that was too small for her ample bosom and leered at a tiny waist that was well-toned. I was instantly aroused.

I don't know what possessed me to drop upon the girl and force my lips against hers, but I couldn't help myself. Those lips were so pouty. Those eyes mesmerized me and thinking about her innocence turned me on.

"Please …" She begged, pushing me away with all her strength that was no match for mine. "Please leave me alone."

"I don't want to hurt you." I whispered, then jerked what was left of her tee shirt away. "I want to possess you."

She squirmed beneath me as I held her down with just my body, leaving my hands free to expose more of the hidden treasure I had found. I removed her bra and brought my lips to touch beautiful pink nipples. There was nothing deformed or ugly about them. I cupped her breast. It was so perky and just the right size. The first set of pretty tits I had ever touched in my life.

"Roman … stop … please." She begged but I didn't feel like she was fighting as much as she would have if she didn't want me to do what I was doing.

"Don't you get tired of being a good girl?" I grinned menacingly and stared into her eyes and watched her reaction as I slid my fingertips down her well-toned middle and unbuttoned the worn out khaki's she wore. "I know you like me." I had seen it in her eyes many times. I could always tell when a girl had a crush on me. I saw it in her eyes then.

Whap!

I was stunned. I never expected her to strike with so much force. I was dizzy. Disoriented. I rolled away. Laying on my back. My head throbbed. I touched the spot she'd hit. My hand came back bloody. I gazed at her. She tossed away a rock. Scrambled to her feet. She cried out in pain and fell back down. She grabbed her ankle, then stared at me with terrified eyes as I got to my knees. My focus returned, but my head still throbbed.

"I'm sorry." She'd knocked some sense into me.

"Roman … please." She cried as I crawled towards her.

I fell to my bottom and cradled my head in my hands. What had I done? I wasn't myself anymore. The drugs coursing through my veins made me into someone I hated. Yet, I popped those two tablets the minute John placed them in my hand in the bathroom just before the final bell rang.

"I'm sorry." I repeated. I had liked her once before. When we were freshman. When I was a tormented as much as she was. I couldn't even find the nerve to talk to her.

Then the summer came and I changed physically. I grew taller and bigger. My father introduced me to weights when I complained about my stick thin body. It gave me enough confidence to try out for the football team. I made quarterback and downed protein shakes the entire tenth grade year. I wasn't ashamed of my body anymore and I was happy that I was accepted by the same people who had once made my life hell.

I guess they forgot that I was once a awkward kid with braces that was too skinny for his age and I stood back while they did it to others all that time just because I didn't want to go through it all again. That was why I took the first pill. That was why I sneaked alcohol in between classes. Until that day. I gazed at myself in the mirror and I didn't want to be high anymore. Those things made me mean. It clouded my judgement and I'd gotten on that bus because I needed to get away from the people who enabled my addiction.

Then I saw her. Those eyes and I was still attracted to the sweetheart that spoke with a soft voice. She was my first crush and it came flooding back just as I felt the pills effects.

She tried to get up again and limped a few steps away, covering her bare breasts as best she could with her delicate hands.

I stood, peeled off my shirt and went to her. She was crying when I approached her again. I hated what I had done. What I would have done. I slipped my shirt over her head and covered her nakedness. Her horrified expression mixed with confusion. I gently rubbed her upper arms. My eyes on my feet.

"You just saved my life today." I whispered, then planted a kiss on her cheek and walked away.