Monday morning, I stood at his locker, staring into it in a daze. I had been like this since Friday, it's been a very restless weekend for me. I spent both days think about Damien and for some reason my thoughts always came up with one question: Why can't I stop thinking about Damien? It was so odd. I know he's my best friend but is it really natural that I can't get him off my mind?
I need to stop thinking about him! I have more important things to worry about. Like how I could use Craig to get more attention. People are starting to loss interest in me again, if this keeps up, Craig will be useless to me and I'll be as unpopular as I was before! My new "friends" are even starting to lose interest in me. Their starting to notice that I'm not as cool as they thought I was.
I never had that problem with Damien...damn! I shook my head to try to clear it. I have to stop thinking about him! Whats wrong with me? While I was distracted by my thoughts, I didn't notice Craig sneaking up on me from behind me. I jumped when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. I looked over my shoulder at him. His dark bangs hung over his eyes and his mouth was a straight line.
"Oh, Craig...you startled me." I said, lightly touching his arm around my waist. He didn't say anything, just pulled me closer to his chest. He moved one of his arms and ran his hand down my thigh. My eyes widened at his inappropriate touching. "Craig! S-stop!" I Demanded he get off me, but instead he just held me tighter and kept touching me. "No, we both know you like it." He replied, his hand moving to my backside and squeezing it. I let out a low cry. I began to panic as I tried to pry his hands off.
Glancing around, I saw that some people had stopped what ever they were doing to watch with amusement as Craig continued to ravish me. I could feel that I was about to cry. Sobbing, I uttered a whiny plea to Craig, begging that he would let me go. Again, he refused and kept touching me. What is he doing? How dare he touch me! He knows damn well what I will do if he so much as angers me!
But he wont stop. I let out a loud cry when he grabbed my private parts. I heard some boys laughing in the background. Hot, angry tears spilled down my cheeks. "Craig..." I groaned. Having my genitals rubbed though my clothes was making me a bit hard but it still upset me. "If you don't get off me I'll-" He cut me of by firmly smashing his lips on mine. I moaned in protest, trying my best to ignore the cheers and laughs of the people surrounding us. Pounded on his chest, my screams were muffled into the kiss.
I was crying harder, fighting more and panicking in his arms. Why was no one helping me? Don't they see that I don't want this? I thought they all liked me now, I thought they were my friends! Why wont they help me?
"Hey!" That loud, deep voice seemed to get every one's attention because a silence fell over the hallway, Craig even let my lips free as we looked over. All heads turned towards the source of the voice. A few kids moved aside to reveal a severely pissed Damien. My heart soured at the sight of him. Now having use of my mouth, I couldn't help but call his name. "Damien!"