Rachel sat on the edge of the stage, swinging her feet, her hands planted firmly on either side of her. She watched the two auditorium doors carefully, the note she'd received in her locker earlier that day had said fifth period, and now here she was.
"Glad you could make it." Jacob's voice was heard behind her, in the wings. "Come back here."
She sighed, and slid off the stage, jogging up the stairs and walking into the wings. "I changed my mind, Jacob. I don't want it. It was a stupid thing to do, asking you to obtain..." her words were cut off by Jacob's finger on her lips.
"Shh. It's a bit late to change your mind, Rachel. This powder cost me a pretty penny." He held up the bag and advanced, his single digit on her lips pushing her backward. "I don't mind spending money on beautiful things, but when I do, I better get my money's worth." He backed her up to the wall, and shoved the baggie into her blouse. "That's for you..." he trailed off, grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her to the floor. "And this is for me."
Rachel struggled against him, but he was stronger than he looked. He held her down with a forearm across her chest and shoulders, hastily undoing his pants with his other hand. She whimpered, and began to gear up for a scream, but he moved his hand to her mouth, and pressed down. "None of that, you wanted this." He pulled a condom out of his back pocket, and opened it with his teeth, jamming it on his dick and rolling it down. He guided himself to her entrance, fingers moving her panties aside, and pressed inside.
Rachel did scream then, but Jacob's hand contained it. She pushed against him, but being on top of her, his weight was too heavy for her to move. He thrust into her over and over, and she felt her cheeks get wet from her own tears. It hurt, and he was heavy, and she just didn't want this, but she didn't have a choice.
Finally, it seemed he was finished, as he grunted, and went limp, sliding out of her. He looked down at her, beaten, tear-stained, and limbs askew, and trailed a hand up her thigh, ever-so-gently, till he was at her sex. He ran his fingertips up and down her slit, then suddenly pulled back, shoving himself back in his pants, condom and all. "Tell a single person, and I'll slander you all over my blog so fast Coach Sylvester won't know what hard is." He turned and disappeared out the back door to the stage.
Rachel sat up gingerly, the pain and shame prompting fresh tears. She shakily got to her knees, and bent over to stand, the tiny baggie falling out of her top. She picked it up, and looked at it, pondering for a long moment before tapping out a tiny amount onto the back of her hand. "Here goes everything," she whispered, inhaling it quickly.