What's Up Danger, Don't Be a Stranger

Passing through the halls of the school on your way to your locker was the equivalent of walking on broken glass. Not because you hated the school itself, or your classes, it was because of who was always waiting for you next to your locker. One of the school heartthrobs, and a world-class jerk, Billy Hargrove.

For the last 3 years Billy has teased you, whispered in your ear, sent you all kinds of notes, called you all kinds of names and would often corner you in the library and tease you relentlessly until you ran away.

Today you skipped your locker, right past him and his stupid, handsome face and his smug as fuck grin. You packed all your books in your backpack and decided to study until your class started. With the big test coming up you couldn't afford Billy's nonsense, and no way was he gonna go to the library this early.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone coming towards you. "Billy I swear to god you aren't funny anymo-"

"Good thing I ain't Billy, sweetcheeks."

You didn't recognize the voice, or the guy standing in front of you for that matter. He had a strong enough build so he was probably a jock of some kind. There weren't many sports you payed attention to. Come to think of it you only watched the games that Billy was part of.

Huh, you never thought of that before.

"Do you mind?" The guy smirked at you, eyeing you up and down, an unfamiliar action towards you as you weren't exactly popular.

"Word around the locker rooms is that you can actually be a pretty fun time once you get on your hands and knees, how about you and I test that out tonight? I promise I'll treat you real nice." You didn't even know where to begin with processing that one. It was like it got worse and worse the more he talked.

Again, you weren't the most popular, or the most experiences, the few guys you've been with don't seem like gossiping types either. "I don't know where you heard it from but I'm not interested in guys like you." You walked past him, or tried to at least, when he grabbed you by the elbow and pushed you backwards. "Hey!"

"I don't think you heard me. I want to take you out on a date. You don't look like you're dating anyone right now, so take what you can get and don't complain." He was about to lean into your personal space when his eyes went wide as he was pulled back by the back of his shirt.

You saw Billy standing there, holding him, looking at you, then looking at him before he pushed the guy to the side and stepped in next to you, his around your hips, "I've been looking all over for you babygirl. What are you doing talking to this guy? He bothering you?" He flung his toothpick at him like he was a trashcan, not even bothering to look at his way, "You weren't at our usual make out spot so I got worried."

What the fuck was happening right now?

Billy was still an asshole, his smirk didn't change a bit, but he also had his arm around you, protecting you and also saying something about a making out? This was all too confusing. Even more was the fact that he was kissing you the next second, his fingers holding your chin, "This making it clear enough for you, loser? This one is spoken for. Unless you're the kind of guys that gets off on seeing how good another man can fuck pussy I suggest you leave." His words made you so embaressed to be here, listening to this, hearing him say these things about you.

"Fuck you man. And fuck your slut of a girlfriend." As he flipped you off a look of rage flashed over Billy's face. He reached out and grabbed the middle finger, bending it backwards along with the guys body. The yelps of pain were silenced by Billy's other hand on his mouth.

"Call her that again and I'll break both your hands. Good luck getting laid then." His voice was on the edge of murderous, eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. The guy whimpered and nodded, running away as fast as he could when Billy let go, "Piece of shit got his slob all over my hand. Gross." He wiped his hand on his shirt as he turned back to you, "You okay?"

"Why?" You pressed yourself against the bookshelf, looking around him for an exit route. Why was he... stepping closer? Why was he pressing his arm above your head and towering over you? Actually, most of all, why was he pressing his thigh between your legs? "Stop making fun of me."

"I'm not. I didn't like the way that guy was talking to you. If anyone's gonna fuck with you it's gonna be me and only me." You didn't know which type of fucking he meant but your knees buckled all the same from the intensity of his gaze, "Oh, right here? Did my display get you all hot and bothered?"

When he inched closer you pushed on his chest with your hands, turned your head to avoid his eyes only for him to kiss your neck instead, "S-Stop. I-I thought you hated me."

"Hate you? How can I hate someone so cute? It's not my fault you're a stupid little nerd who can't see when someone wants to fuck her." His thigh pressed up harder between your thighs, making you moan, completely forgetting you were in a library, "Fuck, if you keep that up you'll get me so hard. Right before gym class too, naughty girl you want everyone to see what you do to me don't you?"

No matter how you tried to deny it his words did have effect on you, your heart couldn't stop beating, the warm between your legs spreading to your whole body. "Stop teasing me Billy, I don't care of you get off on it but- oh!" His hips snapped forward into yours.

"Get off on it, that I do. But tell you what, there's a party this weekend, why don't you go with me and I can show you that I'm not such a bad guy. No tricks." It's probably the most serious you've ever heard or seen him, despite what he was doing to you.

"I'll be there, but not for you." Your friend invited you already and you weren't planning on going but now... maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. "If you promise to behave I might talk to you though."

"Oh baby, when have I ever behaved?" This was Billy after all, of course he's gonna do whatever he wants. "See you at the party. Buy something with lace if you don't have it already."

"L-Lace?!" This was the first and only time you ever yelled at a library.