MATURE VERSION
lemon


The weekend had passed and it had been three days past the movies. Not much changed, however. Tad and Serena had become friends. Tad went to Serena's house every other day for homework help, even tough Serena's grades weren't much different from his own. He flirted with her a lot, but Serena claimed to be oblivious and flirted back. Everyone knew he liked her. Even…

"Raye!" Serena said, "What's up, hottie?" she laughed.

"Nothin'. Hey, do you like Tad? I heard some things."

It was passing period between 2nd and 3rd and they were standing in the hallway, blocking "traffic."

"You guys are 11th graders! Don't you know how to walk?" kids behind them called.

The two girls ignored them.

Serena laughed, "What? Ew! I would never! Why would you even like him? Or Vynn?"

"They're funny," Raye replied.

"Mm, if you say so. Gotta go, love ya!"

"See you."

The blonde and her friend walked off to their classes casually. Serena ran into a few friends on the way and walked with them. Raye walked alone, hurriedly.

When Raye was far enough from Serena, a boy approached her. It was Darien.

"Hey, I can't meet you at lunch today. My teacher's getting hella pissed."

"Ugh. Fine."

"Want to go off now instead? Maybe?"

"Whatever. Yeah."

Darien took her hand and they walked off to the girl's bathroom. They went into a stall and stayed for the whole next period.

The bathroom door opened. In came a blue-haired girl with food all over her clothes. It was Amy, and she had been picked on. Ian's friends had heard about her little crush and threw food at her jokingly. She didn't think it was funny, though, and tears flowed from her eyes.

Amy turned around. She saw the two pairs of shoes in the bathroom and told herself to ignore it, let them be happy. Then again, she wasn't happy, and they were on school property. For the first in a long time, Amy was angry with others enough to speak up.

"Hey!" she said, "If you guys are gonna do shit, don't do it in here! Get a fucking room! This place is public. We're in school!"

No reply.

"I know you guys are in there! Just fucking stop, okay?"

No reply. Raye thought the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't be too sure. It wasn't Mina's or Serena's, and Amy wouldn't have been so angry. Fuck it, she thought. Who really cares that much? She opened the door.

"Finally – Raye?" Amy blushed. "Um…"

Raye was shocked. Amy wouldn't have yelled so loudly! What's going on? Darien coughed uneasily and looked at Amy, scratching his head. Raye had thought it was going to be another stupid schoolgirl she would have to beat up, but it was the quiet girl who sat with her at lunch.

"S-sorry," Amy walked out hurriedly and eventually ran down the hallway.

"Wait a minute!" Raye called out. It was too late, though. Amy had already gone. Raye looked at Darien.

"Shit," he said.


"Heyyy, guys," Serena said as she sat down for lunch.

"Hey, Serena," Mina muttered.

The other two sat awkwardly in their seats, avoiding eye contact. Okay, Raye thought, Serena doesn't know yet. She's too happy.

"Sheesh, you guys are talkative." Serena said sarcastically.

Mina started crying. She sobbed melodramatically. "Landon and I broke up," she managed.

"WHAT?" said Serena, baffled. "WHY?"

"I went to an ex's party. I swear, I didn't do anything, but he says I cheated! He dumped me!"

"Wow," Raye said.

Amy looked down at the table.

"I know! I didn't do anything wrong! And girls are already asking him out!" she complained.

"Sorry, Mina," Serena cooed sympathetically.

"UGH – it's not fair! And now he hates me!"

Raye, Serena, and Amy stared at a boy who had approached their table. Dark eyes, dark hair. It was Ian, and he was frowning at Mina.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The other girls kept quiet; Amy stared at him.

"Landon broke up .. with .." then she sobbed.

"Landon? That guy's not worth it. Your beautiful green eyes will get swollen." Ian said, smiling. "Come on," he said, "I still like you." He hugged her and walked off.

Amy felt like crying. He didn't even say hi to her. He didn't even look at her. She felt ugly. She felt worthless. She wasn't good enough.

"Weird," Serena said. She looked worriedly at Amy.

Mina sobbed.


Serena opened the front door. No sign of dad, she thought. Good. She walked directly to her room. She sat down and wrote a letter to her mom. On days she was happy and hopeful, she would do this, although many attempts before never seemed to go through. She knew her mother was happy and healthy. She was even rich, and didn't have any substance abuse problems. What could make her so busy?

The phone rang.

"Hey cutie," Darien said.

"Darien," Serena giggled, "hi!"

"Thought about you all day," said the boy.

"Thought about you too."

"Mm, I miss you and your perfect lips," Darien laughed.

Serena giggled. "You turn me on," she said half-jokingly.

"Do I really?" Darien asked.

Serena was a virgin. She was prude. She was nervous.

"Mhm," Serena mumbled.

"It's okay to admit it," Darien said, "Finger yourself for me."

"What?"

"You know, touch yourself. Come on, I do it for you."

"Over the phone?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'll do it too, babe."

She blushed and unzipped her pants. She was wet from thoughts of her lover, and she moved her hands into her pants and slowly pushed a finger into herself. The feeling was new, although for most girls her age, it was pretty familiar.

She painted and moaned as she heard Darien's grunting and fast-breathing over the phone. She moved her fingers faster for him and said his name softly, enjoyed the new-found sensation.

The garage door opened. She panicked.

"Gotta go," Serena stuttered. She hung up and zipped her pants up. She wiped her hands on Kleenex hurriedly and sat on her bed.

"Serena," her "dad" came in, "Where the fuck you been?"

"What do you mean?" the girl replied, nervously.

"You haven't been fucking home in forever."

"Dad, that was the weekend – "

Her "father" cut her off. He had the phone in his hand. Received calls: Darien … TIME: 3:10PM, END TIME: 3:26PM

It was 3:28. Serena's heart sank.

"Take off your pants," he ordered.

"What? Why?" Serena stuttered.

"Just do it."

"Dad. Why?"

"DO IT."

She took off her jeans. Her black thong was left.

"When the fuck did you start wearing those things?"

"Dad, they're okay." She argued.

"Take it off," he said.

"Why?" Serena questioned a second time.

He slapped her. "Take it off! Now!"

She removed her thong. She was exposed. She was wet and she knew it. Her pants were soaked. She felt the cold air against her.

Her "father" slowly moved his hands, eyes glazed over. He rubbed his middle finger against her clitoris. He grunted when he felt the sticky thick fluid on his finger. He felt himself harden and he rolled his eyes.

"You're wet," he said.

"What – " she said, tears in her eyes.

"You were having phone sex with that stupid boy."

"N-no," the girl mumbled.

"Shut the fuck up."

He couldn't control himself. He was on drugs. He took his daughter's body and threw it on the floor like a piece of trash. He crawled over her and removed all of her clothing. He ravaged her like a monster; he squeezed her breasts.

He stripped himself of clothes, letting out a bulge. He entered her forcefully, ignoring her screams. She pushed him; she struggled to get free. Hey body loved the feeling, but Serena knew it was wrong. She wanted out. She sobbed.

"Stop! Stop! Please!"

He just went on, harder. When he was about to "let go", he pulled out. He grunted. He got off of her and went off to his room.


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