Married or Not,I Hate You
Pressing and Grinding, Just the Way we Like it
Just because my eye hurt, didn’t mean I couldn’t talk. I just weren’t really in the mood. Well, the food was good, plus for that to the chef. Uneasy glances casted on me every now and then, but I just ignored it. It’s not like I was going all ‘Hey, yeah I got beaten up in school today because I refused to give a jock a blowjob. But that’s okay, I’m completly fine..’ on them. When I started thinking back on it, replaying the scary feeling, the painful throbbing and the sharp words that stung like a knife, I felt tears welling again.
«I need to use the restroom..» Everyone stared at me, probably worried at my shaking voice. Suddenly something unexpected happened, Gerard got up and tried to smile. «I’ll show you the way» I nodded and followed him out the dinner hall, then in to a long empty corridor. On the way out,I heard our parents whispering to eachother.
This sucks..
Gerard turned and looked at me, I looked back. If I weren’t wrong I could almost see a hint of worry in his eyes. «Tell me what happened.» That was more of a demand than a question. I sighed and shrugged, looking away. The walls were thin, and covered in pictures. Down on the floor was soft carpet, colored with red. The walls were white, or grey. A mix. «Frank--» He started, then suddenly pinned me up against the wall. Our faces were so close that our noses were next to each other, and our lips only inches from touching.
«What happened?» He asked this time.
Since he was so near, I almost had to close my eye so it wouldn’t hurt it( the one that’s unharmed). As I continued to not answere, Gerard pressed against me. Our chests, hips and thighs were touching.Suddenly he moved his hips closer to mine, like he was grinding. The friction made it nearly impossible for me to not make a sound.
Why is he doing this? He’s a homophobe, why is he pressing himself so close to me!?
I felt myself panicking,this almost felt like the situation earlier in school. Just, this time I felt less scared. «I—I..» My lips parted as I began to speak. «I got beaten up because I refused to give a jock in school a blowjob..Now will you please get the fuck away from me?»
Gerard just smirked..
«I need to use the restroom..» Everyone stared at me, probably worried at my shaking voice. Suddenly something unexpected happened, Gerard got up and tried to smile. «I’ll show you the way» I nodded and followed him out the dinner hall, then in to a long empty corridor. On the way out,I heard our parents whispering to eachother.
This sucks..
Gerard turned and looked at me, I looked back. If I weren’t wrong I could almost see a hint of worry in his eyes. «Tell me what happened.» That was more of a demand than a question. I sighed and shrugged, looking away. The walls were thin, and covered in pictures. Down on the floor was soft carpet, colored with red. The walls were white, or grey. A mix. «Frank--» He started, then suddenly pinned me up against the wall. Our faces were so close that our noses were next to each other, and our lips only inches from touching.
«What happened?» He asked this time.
Since he was so near, I almost had to close my eye so it wouldn’t hurt it( the one that’s unharmed). As I continued to not answere, Gerard pressed against me. Our chests, hips and thighs were touching.Suddenly he moved his hips closer to mine, like he was grinding. The friction made it nearly impossible for me to not make a sound.
Why is he doing this? He’s a homophobe, why is he pressing himself so close to me!?
I felt myself panicking,this almost felt like the situation earlier in school. Just, this time I felt less scared. «I—I..» My lips parted as I began to speak. «I got beaten up because I refused to give a jock in school a blowjob..Now will you please get the fuck away from me?»
Gerard just smirked..
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7/5/17