I Hate Him

I have always hated this guy in my class. Jeremy. He is always such a douche-bag to me. For example: He always makes me feel uncomfortable. He is constantly trying to humiliate me. Like asking "if I was really trying that morning to look good", and " if you look that bad with make-up, how bad would you be without it." The only problem is that I don't wear any make-up. He always sits behind me in any class I have with him just so that he can torment me while I'm trying to learn. I've caught him on multiple occasions taking pictures of me. He touches me, and always tells the teacher that I know the answer, even though I don't know the answer.

I have tried many times to tell a teacher, but since I don't have any proof they can't do anything about it. Even though the teachers believe me they can't help me without definitive proof. These are just a few of the things that he does that makes me absolutely crazy in hate. If I had the ability to change schools just to get away from Jeremy. I would do it in a heartbeat.

As a social outcast I am used to having notes shoved in my locker, saying mean things that I've gotten used to hearing and reading. The note, which I thought was just another "go kill yourself" recomendation, was a sort of love letter. Asking to meet me in the library during lunch. Of course being a girl I thought that it was interesting and wanted to meet this mystery person. As lunch came around I skipped out on eating, Jeremy probably would have just taken my lunch again anyway, and went into the library. Sitting by himself, waiting, was Jeremy. Of course I thought that he was just doing some homework, surprisingly.

I sat down at a table away from Jeremey when he got up and made his way towards me. I was preparing to leave, feeling sorry for the secret admirer. But Jeremy got to me first. He told me to sit back down. Of course I complied not wanting more ridicule. He confessed his love for me, and that he wanted to be with me. I denied him instantly. I don't even think that he finished the question before I refused him. Telling him that I hated him, and if he thought that he was ever going to be with a woman then he would have to be dreaming pretty hard. Then walked off.

After school I rode the bus home. Luckily Jeremy wasn't on the bus with me. I think he drove to school. We were both seniors, but I wasn't able to afford a car. I was too busy trying to pay bills. When I was young my mother died and my father left me to fend for myself. So I had an after school job, but today was my only day off for the week. So of course I was going to enjoy laying down and just relaxing for a change of pace. First, though, I had to finish the remaining homework that I wasn't able to get done in class. It didn't take long, there were only a few classes I had homework left in. After I was finished I sat down on the couch and turned on the television. Which is where I first noticed something weird. The window was open. I never opened the window. I would have thought more about it, but my favorite show was on and I didn't want to miss it. Unfortunately, I was going to miss it. As when I got back to my couch. I saw a figure standing in the hallway to get to my room.

Jeremy stepped forward, locking eyes with me. Jeremy was stronger than me, most people are. So it was rather easy for him to grab a hold of me and drag me into the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and closed my door, turning the lock. Sealing me inside with him. I tried to run towards the window, but failed as his hand wrapped around my forearm and threw me back to where I had just been.

Jeremy didn't waste any time. He took off his clothes and stood before me, naked. The moon was bright, and shining into my window. So the room was illuminated with moonlight. I tried to climb off the bed, giving any attempt to get away from him. I was still in the clothes that I was wearing at school. I always prefer comfort over looks or fashion. The next part he took his time on. Slowly unbuttoning my blouse and exposing my bra to him.

The next stop was my pants. I never wore a belt, because I always got pants that would stay up without one. He unbuttoned the single button and pulled the zipper, making it easier to pull off. I was struggling the entire time, trying to get away from him. He got the pants down and off of my ankles. He looked down upon me, in just my underwear. He turned me around and unclasped my bra with ease then he pulled my panties down.

I was laying in front of the man that I hated. That I would have gladly cut my leg or my arm off just to see dead. That man was now in front of me, seeing my naked body. Watching my breasts heave in fear. For the first time I glanced at his penis. It was large. Which had saddened me. I had hoped that it was small, so that he could never be happy. His hand landed on my breast. And, for the first time, I had felt someone touch me. And it had to be the person that I despised.

He used his other hand and touched my vagina. Of course I was the only one that had touched down there and the touch was exciting, but I hated him enough that it did nothing for me. He then brought his mouth to mine and stole my first kiss. If I had despised him then, I don't know what the next level of hatred would be. His tongue slipped into my mouth. I had thought about biting him, but decided that it would only cause more problems for me. He sucked on my lips, licked my teeth and tongue. I gagged, and wanted to throw up.

The cold air flicked against my nipples, hardening them. He brought his mouth away from mine, a line of our mixed saliva followed, and put it on my nipple. Using his teeth to grip it and sucking on my nipple. I had started to cry, knowing that he was desecrating my body. He tried to fit two fingers into my vagina, but failed. Deciding to try to get my clit to reveal itself from its hood.

He must have really wanted to humiliate me, because he crawled up and put his penis up to my mouth. I refused to open it. He grabbed my jaw and squeezed, which ended up being painful enough for me to open my jaw. Which he took the chance to shove it down my throat. I started to gag as he rammed it. He didn't last long as his semen filled my throat. I was forced to swallow some of it, but as he pulled it out. I spit as much as I could onto the surrounding area.

I realized that it was the moment that I was dreading since all this started. He grabbed his penis and put it up to my vaginal opening. He pushed it in until his penis brushed against my hymen. Jeremy didn't hesitate to rip through my hymen and feel my vagina wrap around his penis. He groaned and complimented me. Telling me that I was "the tightest that he had ever felt". Which shocked me, because that meant that he had done it with other women.

He raised his hands and held onto my breasts with both hands. Holding himself up with my breasts. He started to pound into me. The pain of my hymen being broken had not faded and he was already close to orgasaming into me. He let go of my breasts and fell on top of me. His penis still inside. He pulled it out and turned me around, than pulled me down so that my ass was pointed out. And I was bent over the side of the bed. He spread my ass apart, his semen stayed near my wound, and he tasted my fluids.

He got back and shoved his penis back into my mouth forcing me to taste myself, and then pulled out after a few seconds. My saliva coated his penis. He got back behind me. I realized what he was doing moments too late. He, without any hesitation, rammed it hard inside of my asshole. The pain from my hymen being broken, was quickly outshined by the pain in my ass. He slapped me hard, forcing me to move back and forth. Probably pretending I was meeting him back. His orgasm came quickly.

After he was finished fucking me, causing me pain. He put on his clothes and reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He took many pictures. Pictures of my body, with my face in the picture of each one. "I'm going to fuck you everyday that I want. If you say 'no' then everyone in this school, and the city will see these photos." He grabbed my breast again, giving it a hard squeeze. Most likely savoring the feel. Then leaves. He forces me to be alone with my thoughts. I was not looking forward to what the next day would bring me.