I convinced my self I was a slut.

WOW,That's a new record,being a slut on your FIRST day.

I tiptoed along the hallways trying not to be noticed,when a jock came up and put his hands around my waist.

I was highly uncomfortable,shifting around as he softly spoke into my ear.

People nearby watched with disgust.

"Let me go.." I muttered,trying not to cause a scene.

His grip didn't loosen,but it tightened.

He muttered,"All sluts obey me."

I was right.

I was now a slut,he must've seen me on webcam last night.

He slowly kissed my neck.

In the hall.

In front of everyone.

I wanted to run far far away,and live in a hole somewhere forever.

Maybe I should.

I gave it a shot,but remembered he was a jock,and he had a HARD grip on me,I gasped for breath on the impact of me trying to run.

A teacher stomped out of the room.

Mr. Harrison.

He was bald with gray long hair peeking out of his nose.

He wasn't fat,but I would say he should exercise a LITTLE more.

He pulled the jock away and the jock nearly fell down the stairs,but he grabbed onto the rail,looking bewildered at the plump teacher.

"Young man,shouldn't you be at class?" He boomed.

He smiled devilishly at me then winked.

'I'll be back.' The look called.

I gagged,flustered,then stomped away thinking about the perverts and gossips.

My life would obviously NEVER be the same again.