Lone-wolf
I laugh nervously, trying to play it cool. It was a joke, right? I look up into his eyes, expecting to see amusement, he doesn't seem amused. Slowly, deliberately, he snakes his arm around my waist, drawing me closer.
"Shiro! Cut it out. I said to-" He cuts me off by pressing his mouth and body against mine, pinning me to the school wall. How often had I dreamed of this kiss? How often had I thought about the perfect moment, when he would propose, when we would get married, when we would share our first kiss. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
His cold, moist lips are sealed against mine in a vacuum-like embrace. His long, slimy tongue tries desperately to gain access, lapping itself against the opening of my mouth like a worm trying to dig itself a hole. I push against him, trying to break away, but he is relentless. He doesn't close his eyes during the whole exchange, instead he stares condescendingly into my eyes, daring me to do something about my predicament. I can't. I'm not strong enough.
Eventually, his arms leave my back, though the weight of his body still pins me against the wall. I start to believe it will be over soon. I start to think he is backing off. Then I feel his hand roughly grope its way into my shirt. I gasp in surprise at his boldness, and he chuckles throatily in amusement as he finally gains access to my mouth. His tongue begins flailing wildly in circles around my mouth, and I gag.
Why doesn't someone come? Why did I agree to be on cleaning duty with him? When will this all be over.
He pinches beneath my shirt, and I knee him in the groan, successfully breaking his lips away from mine. I start to scream, but he clamps his sweaty hands over my mouth.
"Did that hurt? I'm surprised. It's like theres nothing there," He sneers, "Don't you like me this way, Okami?" I shake my head violently. Any feeling I had for his boy, is gone.
He begins licking my neck, as his hand ventures lower. I squirm, trying to avoid his roaming fingers.
"Hold still," he says, grinding his hand against my crotch, chafing the skin. I whimper in response, "Like that, do you?" I bite his hand. He cries out, taking a few steps back.
"You bitch!" I kick out at him but he catches my foot, throwing it back at me.
As I'm regaining my balance, his hand makes contact with my face. Which sends me crashing to the floor. I smack my head off the wall, but I manage to scream, piercing the air with the high pitch noise.
I look up triumphantly. I had won this exchange. Someone would come now. His eyes still hold their predatory gleam as he leans down and breaths hot air into my ear.
"No one will believe you."
Then he straightens and leaves me sprawled on the floor. No one comes for me, and the next day no one believes me. I lose my friends, my flock of sheep. A sheep can not make it on it's own. Only a lone-wolf can survive without a pack. That is what I'll become: a wolf. No one will hurt me like that again.