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et me by the lock

ce more, a smile f

Naturally, I couldn't contain my excitement

he would finally confess his feelings for me, w

one around me had always insisted that I would never fi

the strong pull I felt toward Atticus

strongly I felt about him. I had always hoped that when

ed the moment I spott

" Rosalie, the beta of his pack, moane

htmare I had been

uscle as I watched them

ed and arched her head back, feeling

rted his third finger. He was being rough with her, causing

very way, and he had only touched the entrance of her other open

yes and saw me. The look of shock made her step away from

ad been wat

a demonstration of how he would never be with someone like me. Many girls had a crush on hi

ie yelled in anger, t

them, or they would bully me t

nth

. I clutched my phone tightly, but I had no one to call for help. I

st a few minutes ago, before the school bell rang, I received a message from my crush asking me to meet him by the locke

ushed my heart. He knew what h

eone pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble and faceplant into the mud. I quickly got up, gasping for air. When I turn

asturbate while thinking about those

sed hig

he royals, espec

as breathing heavily, trying to calm my nerves, when a black Rolls-Royce pulled up next to me. It was a car I recognized. The m

an me. He was a 29-year-old friend of my father's. He had a strong jawline,

g him company, coming home late to gamble some money. He was dev

?" His British accent was distinct, and

iner gave him that advantage. He didn't care if the rai

ed, holding the car door open for me. Exhausted, I did

was. He didn't speak a word during the entire car ride, but being in the car with him felt strang

g only 18, I didn't have such desires. I feared my father would see me getting out of his car. However, it was a surprise when

y father excla

and found my father suggesting th

l the rain stops," my dad

g to retreat to his car. However, I decided to ask him to stay for a while.

g as he turned and gave me a brief, enigmatic smil

tation and entering the house with my father

ad called me to the locker room just to show me that he would always choose someone better than me hurt the most. As I wept, I suddenly had the feeling of being watched. I turned toward

rom within, but there wasn't. It could onl

shed to wrap a towel around myself. As I raised my head after tying it, light once again seeped

h the peeping Tom. However, as I exited the bathroom and reached the l

hell was w