Disclaimer: I know this is a hard pill to swallow, but I don't own the
show. I know, I was just as surprised as you are.
Where we left off:
"Could you take me home now?" she asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you won't let me do this." He said leaning in to kiss her again. He never kissed her like this. It was forced, and not at all romantic. When she felt his tongue on her lips, she tried pushing him away but he was too strong. She began struggling to get free as he unzipped the back of her dress.
Okay, she wasn't worried anymore. She was scared shitless! What the hell was going on?!
Where we're continuing:
Tears streamed down her face as he continued kissing along her neck. If things weren't bad enough, he quickly zipped down her dress and ran his hands over her bareback. Ok, this was not happening! Steven was a great guy...or so she thought he was. And this was not at all how she pictures losing her virginity. It was suppose to be romantic, special, meaningful, and memorable.
It wasn't suppose to be this way! This isn't going to happen! I am not going to let this happen!
Lizzie brought her right fist high in the air and hit him below the belt. (A/N: You all know what I'm talking about!!) He reeled back in pain and screamed, immediately letting go. She acted quickly and hopped out of the car, running to safety.
~
Several months later...
Ever since that fateful night, Lizzie had changed. She rarely went on dates, and when she did, it'd be in groups. As a result, she never got the chance to get close to anyone. The rest of the school year was spent alone and single. To everyone, she seemed fine with it. But deep down she was lonely and depressed.
She missed having a special someone to admire her. Do things for her. Flirt with her. Hold her hand when he walked her to class. Sure, all her boyfriends did that. But not many of them made her feel special and wanted. She wanted someone to make her feel secure, like nothing bad would ever happen to her while she was with him. Yeah right, like I'm ever gonna find someone like that.
Where we left off:
"Could you take me home now?" she asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you won't let me do this." He said leaning in to kiss her again. He never kissed her like this. It was forced, and not at all romantic. When she felt his tongue on her lips, she tried pushing him away but he was too strong. She began struggling to get free as he unzipped the back of her dress.
Okay, she wasn't worried anymore. She was scared shitless! What the hell was going on?!
Where we're continuing:
Tears streamed down her face as he continued kissing along her neck. If things weren't bad enough, he quickly zipped down her dress and ran his hands over her bareback. Ok, this was not happening! Steven was a great guy...or so she thought he was. And this was not at all how she pictures losing her virginity. It was suppose to be romantic, special, meaningful, and memorable.
It wasn't suppose to be this way! This isn't going to happen! I am not going to let this happen!
Lizzie brought her right fist high in the air and hit him below the belt. (A/N: You all know what I'm talking about!!) He reeled back in pain and screamed, immediately letting go. She acted quickly and hopped out of the car, running to safety.
~
Several months later...
Ever since that fateful night, Lizzie had changed. She rarely went on dates, and when she did, it'd be in groups. As a result, she never got the chance to get close to anyone. The rest of the school year was spent alone and single. To everyone, she seemed fine with it. But deep down she was lonely and depressed.
She missed having a special someone to admire her. Do things for her. Flirt with her. Hold her hand when he walked her to class. Sure, all her boyfriends did that. But not many of them made her feel special and wanted. She wanted someone to make her feel secure, like nothing bad would ever happen to her while she was with him. Yeah right, like I'm ever gonna find someone like that.