WAIT! If you have read this chapter or any of the other chapters before, I beg you to STOP and re-read. I have gone back, and added details, and fixed a LOT of mistakes! I hope that it now makes more sense and that the quality in general is better. Again, this is my first story so please be nice! To all my old followers, thank you SO much! I'm sorry for not updating... So please enjoy! (Since it's summer and I'm B-O-R-E-D!, I'll be updating a LOT!)

How was I Maximum Martinez so stupid to believe for one second that THE Dylan Bryant wouldn't just want me for my body?

2 hours earlier

"Hey Max!" Dylan my HOT boyfriend calls. Dylan is a year older, and that makes him a senior. But not just A senior, he may as well be THE senior. With his good looks, popularity, and position as quarterback on the football team, he's the all-around-American-Boy. Nothing like HIM. Yeah I Max, used to date and be "best friends" with HIM. But of course why should I think of HIM, while this glorious god is obviously waiting, and obviously mind-fucking me? Mmmm, two can play at that game. But back to the present. When he spots me next to my locker he walks over and pins me against it kissing me lustfully on the lips.

"Dylan!" I squeal, "What if Mr. Mathews sees us?!" Mr. Mathews is our prude of an English teacher. It's almost a right of passage to be caught making out by him. But with Dylan kissing me with such passion I honestly don't really care. He stops kissing me momentarily and leads me to the bathroom. No matter how horny we are, it's not worth getting in trouble with The Prude. Dylan then takes me into the handicapped stall and quickly pins me against its door.

He looks into my eyes, his full of lust and asks, "What do you want me to do?" Trying to be all macho and manly. Are you fucking retarded kiss me you idiot! I think to myself. But of course not wanting him to get mad, so instead I say, "Kiss me." All sexy and crap. He responds by sucking my lips and greedily shoving his tongue down my throat. Ugh. He knows I hate it when he does that. I mean Dylan is hot and sexy and all, but I like most people don't necessarily like having things shoved down my the biggest intruders would probably be when I choke on my gum, and Dylan's tongue. He then pulls my legs around his hips and sits down onto the toilet so that I'm straddling him in the intimate position. For a moment I barely notice, all my attention is focused on Dylan and his soft, big lips. But, after a few minutes more of this and his shirt is on the floor, he then reaches to unbutton my shorts from aero… I know the real reason he brought me into the bathroom. Hell No! I am not under any circumstance losing my virginity in a bathroom stall like the regular sluts he goes out with. Not. Happening. Ever. Jesus! What the fuck does he take me for!?

"Dylan. No." He keeps going, "Dylan. No! I don't want this… Stop. Stop!"

"You know you want this." He mumbles into my neck. Oh fuck no! I try to push him away but he just pins my arms behind me and keeps going.

"Stop! STOP!" I begin to scream, "HELP! HELP ME!" I move my head, and I think that he's convinced himself that I was finally going along with it. I slide myself so I'm "kissing his neck" I start to nibble and then? I bite so hard that blood runs down his neck.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Fuck you! You slutty little whore!" His face is murderous. HE makes a move and I flinch. Suddenly the bathroom door opens and our stall is bust open, breaking the lock.

And there stands him. There stands THE Fang-Freaking-Ride.

Me: Haha cliffy! Should I continue?

Fang: Hell yeah! I gotta see what happens!

Me: *swoons*

Fang: Ummmmm, well aLee isn't capable of speech right now, but if she could I bet she'd say R&R…. should I take her to the doctor?

Me: *giggles psychotically*

Fang: o.O

R&R we have cookies! Also sorry this is so short! Think of it as a little test to see how it does!

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