Three Strikes: Chapter 17

It was after school, and I was the last one to get out, as usual.
I walked down the school corridor, with my sneakers lightly squeaking on the floor.
I kept hearing footsteps, that weren't mine.
I turned around cautiously, but no one was there.
I picked up my pace, taking in a deep breath, feeling anxiety taking over me.
The footsteps were much more audible this time.
I could feel eyes watching me, and someone's hot breath trickling down my throat.
I forced myself not to turn around, thinking it was just me being paranoid.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands tightly grip my brown hair, and push my stomach to the metal lockers.
As the front of my body made contact with the lockers, a loud thud echoed the hallways.
"Agh!" I gasped, feeling the pain roaming over me.
"Shut up." a voice grunted.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see that it was the boy who grabbed my butt last night.
I groan escaped my lips, as I cursed under my breath.
"f**k off, pervert." I spat.
The grasp around my wrists tightened, as he leaned agaisnt my neck.
"Or what, pretty face? You'll scream?" Kyle snickered. "No one's going to come save you, its after school hours."
I tried to squirm my way out of his hold, but he was too strong.
"What the hell do you want?" I rudely asked.
"Payback." he immediately said.
I wiggled around once again, but there was no hope.
"For what?" I snapped.
Kyle smirked, kissing the side of my neck, as flinched.
"Well, your boyfriend punched me for touching that pretty butt of yours."
My jaw clenched. Cole.
"So? That's not my problem. Now let go of me!" I demanded.
"Not until I do what I came here for." Kyle evilly grinned, spinning me around.
My back was now agaisnt the locker, as I came in contact with Kyle.
My eyes widened at his horrible condition.
One of his eyes were purple, and his lips were swollen.
His hands were still tightly on my wrists, and I swear, they were stopping my blood circulation.
Kyle suddenly plunged towards me, roaming his dirty lips all over me.
I shut my eyes tightly, trying to escape the slobbery feeling of his disgusting lips.
"S-stop!" I cried.
He didn't, though. He continued, much more aggresive this time.
He began to suck my neck, tracing his way down to my chest.
I suddenly screamed, when I felt a sharp pain on the side of my chest.
Kyle finally pulled away, grinning wickedly.
He finally let go of my wrists, which were covered with red marks.
He sprinted out of the school corridor, and disappeared through the double doors.
I looked down at my chest, finding it bright red.
But, right on the side of my chest, was a big, deep red mark.
My eyes welled up with tears.
That perverted b*****d gave me a hickey.
***
"Is that a hickey?" Jesse asked, wrinkling his nose.
Jesse had ran into me, as I was in Walgreens that night, looking for some makeup to cover up my hideous hickey.
I didn't respond, as my eyes scanned through the varieties of concealer.
"I don't remember giving you one." Jesse strenly said.
My eyes widened, as I glared at him.
"Because you didn't, and you won't." I snapped.
Jesse rolled his eyes. "Did Cole give you that? Because I swear to God-"
I blushed madly, as I slapped his arm. "No! Cole didn't!"
Jesse's jaw unclenched, as he looked to the side of him.
"Then who?" he muttered.
I sighed deeply, getting irritated by his annoying side comments and questions.
"Kyle." I mumbled.
Jesse's face suddenly grew bright red, in anger.
He walked out of the makeup section without another word, and exited Walgreens.