Slowly the others got tired of the sad scene. You, sprawled on the floor clutching onto your gifts with your face turned away.

You stayed liked that for you don't knowhow long. Eventually Stan crouched next to you. "Why are you still here..." you had the courage to ask," everyone's already left, please just stop" rough hands grabbed your face and cleaned away thin trails of silver left behind on your cheeks by tears. "Don't be like that, I'm just showing you the truth. He doesn't want you. He'll never want you." You heard him chuckle as he tore open the package you put so much care into and stuffed his mouth with chocolate. "A–" he spoke while he ate "and you — know — what the best— part is?" He swallowed, came closer till his nose almost touched your cheek,"these are my favourite, now I get to have them all to myself " the perverted gaze of his suggested it wasn't chocolates he was talking about.

'What does he want?', You thought. Some form of confirmation that you were thoroughly aware of how moronic and delusional you are? Some way to tell whether his words had any affect on your self esteem? If so then sight of you crawling into your skin and closing up like a clam should have been enough. What reason does he have to pull you out of your cocoon, grab a hold of your face and- press his lips against yours.

Shocked and afraid, you didn't dare to move away. Eyes open you stared in horror, 'where is this going?' You thought to yourself, surely he means to tell all his friends about this, how he rubbed salt on your wounds exactly how he was rubbing his thumb near the corner of your mouth and wiping away saliva. He pushed further until you fell on your back and the kiss finally broke. Your breathing became heavy and your chest started tightening, his figure hovered over you covering the ceiling light.

For a while he stared at you, his eyes shifting from different parts of your face to parts of your body. Brown eyes like dusted with coco, framed by delicate wisps of eyelashes. Beautiful and innocent but they betrayed his true character which was revealed in instances instinct took over. When he licks his lips at the thought of your plush figure between his teeth, imagining the taste of your skin against his tongue, the shiver of your body only adding to his excitement. It made you feel gross, polluted and exposed.

"Hey... tell me something." Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice after minutes of awkward silence.

"Why not me? I pay so much attention to you and all you do is run the other way" he rolled up his sleeves while straddling your waist. Strong hands held down your arms, his head slowly bent lower and lower until finally your lips were greeted with a cheeky peck. His eyes once dominated by arrogance were now shadowed by something akin to pain."Don't you think I deserve a bit of love too? If you really think about it I'm the only perso- " before he could finish, you pushed him off and made a run for it. The school was mostly empty now, everyone had left for home or were far from you.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going ?" His speed was rapidly increasing and you were running out of breath. It was inevitable that he would catch up to you. You ran fearing what he might do to you when he caught up. You were about to find out.

A hand reached out and in one fell swoop he had you in his arms again. This time with a ferociousness that refused to let you go. Everything playful and teasing was gone now. Even then there was still this... desperation. He looked at you like a man starved, craving not your flesh but rather understanding. For you to understand his desire despite his wrongdoings of which he believed he had none, what wrong could be done in the pursuit of love? Was not your intimacy worth all his actions? Dew drops formed in the corner of his eyes. A hand of yours reached out, you felt comfort in knowing there was such want for you that it threatened to shatter the aggressive facade he had built.

To him, a lack of resistance meant acceptance. He kissed you once cautiously waiting for a reaction. When you further moved into his space and hovered near his lips he wasted no time, he locked your lips with his. A gentle touch still too scared to break your fragile trust, afraid to push too hard. You pressed harder against him, giving permission for him to do as he pleased. Soon he took charge and everything melted together. The heat of summer, the sweat on your clothes the clumsy kisses between breaths— unwilling to separate from one another for even a second. Animalistic sounds permeated the air, moans and cries whenever he would bite your lip in haste then run over the mark with his tongue just to taste the blood. Hands roamed unrestrained, a touch on his chest or a grab at your hips. Bodies moving to minimize the distance between you and him.

"Hmm ! " a sound escaped you as he rubbed you with his thigh . He was holding you up with his back touching the wall. " Stop, stop please. N-not here- " the words reluctantly left your mouth. Shame traveled from between your legs and throughout your body, a tightness formed in your stomach. He started to unbutton your shirt, you stopped him quick determined to protect what little image you had. Exhausted you begged," please... not here."

He put you down at last and attempted to fix you up. Straightened your collar, fixed your tie, all the while he looked like a rabid dog. Bloodied neck staining his shirt and yet the widest smile on his face. He looked as though he had been chewed up and spat back out, played with and tossed all possible ways.

"No fair, you play rough. I want a rematch"