Hi guys!

I know I've been gone for months – I broke my laptop (dropped it) and my parents didn't buy me another one because that was my third I'd smashed. I had to save up all my pocket money (also swiped a twenty from dad's wallet) to buy a cheap crappy netbook computer so I could write this chapter.

In this chapter there is another Lime and near the end Whitey starts flirting. And, just to clarify, this is not anything to do with my fic 'Rape'. It's not set before, or after. It's just on its own.

Enjoy!

Is it Abuse?

Whitey sat down next to her in the Cafeteria. She sighed. "Stop following me."

"Hm?" He gave her his usual blank look.

"I know you've been following me. Knock it off."

He blinked, but his face stayed the same. "I was simply going in the same direction as you."

Gwen sighed again. "You've been following me around since Physics. I've caught you staring at me twice."

"I was not aware it was a crime to look at someone. The average student spends up to three hours each day looking at the teacher."

"You know what I meant – just cut it out. It's creepy." She turned away from him.

"Define 'creepy'."

Gwen glared at him. He blinked again. "Staring at me and stalking me."

She thought she saw a flicker of anger on his face, but that was impossible. "'Stalking', Gwendolyn? Are you comparing me to a predator?" His usually quiet voice now sounded hard, like he was about to lose his temper.

She raised an eyebrow. "No. Predators stalk their prey... I'm not prey."

He made an amused noise and picked up his juice box, not looking at her.

"And what exactly is so funny?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.

He poked the straw into the foil hole of the box with unexpected force. "You may not be prey to me..." he cut off and looked out of the window.

"I really don't know what you mean." The school bell rang.

"You should." Whitey watched her walk away, catching a glimpse of another bruise on her forearm. "You probably do."

...

Kevin drummed his fingers on the wheel, getting impatient. Gwen was four minutes late. The numbers on the digital clock changed. Five minutes. Kevin sighed.

Gwen wasn't usually late. Most of the time he wasn't waiting very long, and sometimes she was waiting for him.

The numbers changed again. He gripped the wheel hard out of impatience.

The numbers changed twice more before the main entrance of the prep school opened and Gwen stepped out. Finally, Kevin thought, starting the car and revving it twice.

Gwen hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and walked down the steps towards the car, aware of Kevin making gestures for her to hurry up; she got into the passenger seat and quickly apologised. Kevin sighed again, pulling out onto the road faster than was safe. Whitey watched them from the window.

"Gwen," he whispered, closing his red eyes and lowering his head. His wavy, bone white hair obscured his face. The Beast... why would she get into a car with the Beast? He dreaded to think what pain he would cause her tonight. "Gwen..."

...

He didn't bother putting on a condom. He never wore them. She didn't think he even cared about safe sex; he only seemed to care about the orgasm, and not what happened because of it. She didn't even know if he was clean. But she found that the further into the night the less she actually cared about safe sex.

She felt his fingernails scratch her shoulder as he slammed into her mercilessly, not caring that she winced and whimpered when he went too fast or too hard for her young teenage body. She enjoyed it, but she wished he'd be more gentle during sex. He seemed to be naturally aggressive when he was aroused.

She mumbled his name and buried her face into his neck. He growled and tightened his grip on her waist, ignoring her small gasp of pain.

At the end, Kevin muffled their noises with a deep kiss, not wanting to disturb the people in the other apartments. He moved to her side, still panting. She turned over, away from him, and tried to ignore the pain and fall asleep.

...

Gwen examined the twin hand-shaped bruises at either side of her waist. They weren't very dark or very big, and her clothes would hide them from sight anyway. And the claw marks on her shoulders had faded. Nobody would see. Nobody would know. She sighed and got dressed.

...

Gwen closed her mobile and sighed. Kevin was late again. No missed calls, no text messages, and no car.

"Afternoon, Gwendolyn." She turned to face whitey with a bored expression on her face, the look turning to shock when she saw him smile.

"You can smile? Seriously?" Gwen joked.

He chuckled silently, hands clasped behind his back. "Witty as always, I see. Say, you haven't seen my log, have you? I seem to have misplaced it."

She frowned slightly. "'Log'?"

"Log. Journal. Diary. It's a little leather booklet with the words 'keep out' etched onto the cover."

"No, I – oh, no."

"What?"

"Does it have a zigzag pattern on the spine?"

He blinked. "Yes."

"Kevin has it."

Before today, Gwen hadn't thought it possible for an albino to go pale.

"Are you OK?" She asked him.

"Yes. Sure. I'm..." He cleared his throat and licked his lips nervously. His face resumed its usual state of plainness. "I'm OK."

"Good." She checked her phone. Kevin was a quarter of an hour late. Gwen sighed and sent him a quick text ('hurry up') and closed the phone.

"Isn't he supposed to pick you up and take you home? I mean, he must be at least ten minutes late, right?"

"Fifteen," she said quietly.

"If I were your boyfriend, you'd be home by now. You wouldn't have to wait around."

"If you were my boyfriend I'd have no means of getting home. You haven't even got a licence."

He smiled again. "I have a chauffeur."

Gwen's eyes widened. "You're kidding."

"Of course not. And if the Bea– err, I mean Kevin, fails to show up soon my chauffeur will arrive before he does. Of course, you're welcome to come with me." He smirked at her, showing the same look Kevin sometimes gave her when he was aroused. She blushed.

She heard the quiet rumble of a car as it pulled up next to them. Kevin's car. "I... um... see you," Gwen mumbled awkwardly. She walked away and got in the car.

He watched her drive away with a sneaky smile on his face, then turned and walked back up to the school. Mr. Smooth, he thought happily.

End of chapter 2.