Don't Stand So Close To Me

I clenched my fists as I sat in my driveway. School was shit; I got detention for skipping first period. This entire day was shit, and I was probably grounded now thanks to Frank.

So much for a brighter world! Frank just ruined any chance of us being friends; I was starting to rethink my decision to stay with the classes. I didn’t even want to be near him right now.

I took a deep breath in and out, willing myself to get out of the car. I knew he was sitting somewhere inside, probably in my room again looking through my underwear. Fucking pervert.

I slapped myself and got out of the car, marching into MY house. There’s no way this guy was going to make me hate my own home.

I looked around; there were a couple lights on this time. Unlike yesterday it looked like nobody was home. I walked into the living room, there were two acoustic guitars propped up against the table and sheets of paper spread out.

“Hey.” A voice startled me from behind.

I turned around to see Frank with a beer in his hand.

“Should you really be drinking right now?” I glared at him.

“It’s just one, and it’s for me not for you kid.” He walked past me and sat down on the sofa, looking through the papers he’d brought over.

He didn’t notice me glaring at him and eventually looked up after I didn’t sit down.

“Well are you just going to stand there? Get to work.” He gestured me over.

“Frank what the hell.” I mumbled.

“What’s that doll?” He asked.

“Why do you do this? You act like a total dick one minute and then you’re all professional teacher guy the next! Stick to one personality!” I yelled at him.

“Oh are you still angry about the Mom thing? Listen it’s not wha-“ He started.

“NO! It’s not just the mom thing, which was really fucked up by the way thanks a lot. And if she were here now she might not praise Saint Frank for his glory because he’s drinking in front of her underage daughter!” I raised my voice louder.

“Well what is it then?” He asked boredly, ignoring that last comment about his beer.

“It’s the flirting, and the taunting! The way you push my buttons till I explode! WHY?!” I sat down next to him, letting him know I wanted to have this conversation now.

He didn’t answer, and It just made me angrier.

“If I’m such a little kid, then.. don’t touch me ever again! Are you a pedophile or something? Why do you feel the need to ridicule me; I turn 18 next year!” I pushed at it; I really wanted to know the explanation behind his constant need to torment me.

“I really don’t want to talk about this Lana. Can we just forget about it and move on?” He glared.

Forget about it? Move on? Was he being serious?

“No.” I put my foot down. He sighed heavily before chuckling to himself. What the fuck was so funny?

“You’re so naïve.” He said quietly.

“There you go again. That’s exactly what I’m talking about, the taunting.” I scowled.

He looked me up and down once more before pinning me to the couch on my back, holding my wrists above my head in one swift motion. He gazed into my eyes like he’d done yesterday, deeply, and filled with hunger.

I was frozen. Again.

“That wasn’t a taunt. It was a statement. I want you Lana, badly. I just can’t help my self. I want to taste you, before anyone else does.” He kept me pinned to the couch, just gazing into my eyes.

“You what? You w-want me? T-taste? Taste what?” I stuttered, my eyes widening.

“There it is. Naivety. Yes, I want you Lana. I’m a man; I have desires. When a pretty little thing like you is waved right in front of me, of course I’d have desires.” He brought his lips to my neck laying one gentle kiss on it.

“You said I’m not a woman yet.” I grimaced at him, returning to my senses.

“You’re not. I could make you one though. Is that what you want?” I could feel his grin against the nape of my neck; he snaked his tongue over my collarbone causing me to squirm.

“N-No.” I muttered, looking away from him.

His hand traveled downward, feeling my exposed legs.

“See I think that’s a lie. I take back what I said, you’re not as naïve as you pretend to be. I think when you put this dress on, you were thinking of me. Thinking of the erection it’d give me. You smell so nice, was that for me too?” He smirked.

He claimed he wasn’t, but I definitely felt like he was taunting me.

“Shut up Frank.” I pushed him off me and stood up.

“Am I wrong?” He laughed.

“No. Thanks to your stupid words, I wanted to feel sexier. I wanted to feel more like a ‘woman’. What the fuck does that even mean? Were you lying when you said I wasn’t your type then?” I grimaced.

His face looked troubled at this, as if he hadn’t really thought about the answers himself either.

“I’m sorry for giving you a hard time. I just loved seeing you get so worked up.” He chuckled.

“Yeah I could tell, you asshole.” I scowled at him.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap from where he was sitting. I tried to squirm away but he overpowered me.

“Do you want me or not?” He said seriously.

“I asked you first Frank. I’m not going to answer that.” I looked back at him with as much seriousness.

He contemplated it for a minute.
“I obviously do. But I just can’t convince myself that it’s a good idea, you and me. It’s just so unprofessional; I’m supposed to be your teacher. That keeps popping into my head.” He sighed.

“Well it’s a little bit too late for that now isn’t it. You literally just pinned me to a couch and told me you wanted to ‘taste’ me.” I reminded him. This made him laugh.

“Yeah but, you’re still a kid! It feels wrong. I feel like you should be dating other boys your age.” He frowned.

“Do you WANT me to date other boys my age?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No.” He grimaced.

“So them what’s all that bullshit about making me into a woman?” I brought it up again. I really wanted to know what this meant.

“Your virginity.” He grinned. What the actual fuck did he have no shame whatsoever?

“How would you even know if I’m a virgin?!” I exclaimed.

“I can just tell.” He shrugged.

“How could you possibly tell?” I scoffed.

“I just can.”

“Right.”

“Are you?” He asked.

“Well… yes.” I fidgeted.

“Point made.”

“So what you’re saying is, womanhood is defined by virginity?” I snorted.

“Well it does sound worse when you say it. No, that’s not what I’m saying.” He mumbled.

“Uh-huh.” I said.

“It doesn’t matter Lana. You’re still young, you’ve got a long road ahead of you don’t screw it up by getting involved with me.” He grew serious again.

“You’re the one who got involved. Not me.” I reminded him.

“Yeah, and that was clearly a mistake.” He muttered.

This made me frown, why was it a mistake?

“Just promise me something.”

“What?” I wasn’t promising him anything.

“You won’t give yourself away to someone who’s not worth it.” I noted a hint of remorse in his eyes. Those words actually made my heart flutter a little bit. Frank had a sweet side to him?

“No.” I stood up and positioned myself in front of him. I reached behind my back and unbuttoned my dress, allowing it to fall to the ground.

His eyes widened, “Lana..” he began.

I stood there in nothing but my bra and panties; he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Do it then. ‘Make me into a woman’.” I declared.

“Put your clothes back on.” His jaw clenched tightly.

I walked forward, grabbing his hand and placing it on my bare stomach.

“I’m giving you permission.” I whispered.

He glared at me for a minute, contemplating what to do. Finally I assume his second brain won over and he mumbled, “Fuck it.”

He jumped off the couch, pulling his shirt over his head simultaneously. I took in the site; he had muscles and broad shoulders. So different from all the boys at my school.

He grasped my waist with both hands and pulled me towards him. I trembled at the feel of his naked chest touching mine; skin to skin.

He finally crashed his lips against mine, slipping in his tongue almost immediately. I realize we’d done so much and hadn’t even shared a kiss yet. It felt good.

He kept me like that for a minute, just pressed against him and enjoying the feel of kissing me.

All of a sudden he pulled away.
“Lana. Are you sure about this? Once I start I’m not going to stop for anything. There’s no turning back from this.” He looked concerned.

“Just do it already.” I told him. I gasped as he picked me up bridal style with little to no effort, carrying me up the stairs. He opened the door to my room and laid me on my bed.

He climbed over me and began kissing my neck. I hummed in approval. One of his hands traveled down to my ‘lady parts’ and he pressed on a particularly sensitive spot through my panties. At first I was a little scared that this was actually happening and he was… touching me down there, but I slowly grew accustomed to it and groaned as he rubbed me in little circles.

All of a sudden, he stopped. I looked over to him questioningly and he crashed his lips against mine once again, rougher this time. When he pulled away he had a big smirk.

“Not today sweetheart.”

I raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m going to stop here. I’m not going to have you this way, you’re practically trembling.” He gave me a suspecting look.

I hadn’t realized it, but I was. Nonetheless, I still wanted to do this. Why did he stop? I gave him permission?

“Don’t you remember what I said? I will have you however and whenever I want you, don’t worry I assure you that. But now isn’t the right time.” He leaned in to give me one last kiss.

“Are you serious? You’re stopping here?! Frank what the hell!” I snapped. Did I do something wrong?

“Honestly? I want it to last; I’m going to make you beg me to take you. Only then, will I be satisfied. I only get to take your virginity once.” He whispered into my ear, smirking.

“FRANK!” I cried. He was making this much too hard for me.

“Were you planning on doing this all along? Getting me to say yes then leaving me?!” I scowled.

“I wasn’t planning on getting you to say yes, you did that on your own. I didn’t even ask for sex Lana.” He chuckled.

Alas, he managed to make me feel like a cheap dirty whore.

“Don’t fuck around with me Frank. That’s the last time I ever offer to do something like this.” I flashed him an angry face, pulling a blanket over my bare body.

“Aw baby don’t be like that, It’s not cause I don’t want to. If I didn’t care about you, I would bend you over and fuck your brains out right here and now. Many times. And it would hurt like hell.” He chuckled, I shuttered at the idea.

I hadn’t noticed my face twist into worry and Frank cupped it in one of his hands.

“See, you’re thinking twice now. Don’t worry, once I make you mine, we’ll fuck everyday.” He grinned widely.

I gave him a disapproving glare, “What if I don’t want to be yours?”

“Oh it’s a little too late for that now. Now that I know you want me as badly as I want you, it makes things a lot easier. There’s no way I’m giving you up.” He grinned, pulling me in to one last kiss.

“You’re really something though, taking your clothes off like that.” He teased.

I groaned, here we go.

“I can’t believe the sweet guy act really made girls just spread their legs like that. Wow, I wish I’d learned this a long time ago.” He pondered.

“You’re such an asshole! Get out so I can put some clothes on.” I scowled at him.

“Why? I’ve already seen you in your underwear.” He raised an eyebrow.

“JUST GET OUT!” I screamed.

“Sheesh. Going.” He got off the bed and walked out of the room.
I uncovered myself and walked over to my closet, picking out another skimpy dress.
Two can play at that game. I decided to wear the dress without a bra.

He wants me to beg? Oh, I won’t be the one begging.

I walked down the stairs; he was sitting in the living room waiting, shirt now on. When he caught sight of me his eyes widened.

“God dammit Lana. You’re not making this very easy for me.” He quickly looked away.

“Why whatever do you mean?” I batted my eyelashes.

“Sit down.” He ordered. I complied, letting my dress hike up as I sat. This earned me a glare.

“And I was only going to make you do 2 worksheets, hmm. Guess I’ll have to give you 3 more. Tsk tsk tsk.” He said handing a pencil and the pieces of paper.

Ah, he was challenging me?

I deliberately dropped my pencil across from Frank.

“Oh, whoops.” I said, getting up and bending over completely, causing my dress to slip up and reveal my panties and back side.

“Hmm. I don’t think 5 worksheets is enough. How about you write me a 3-page essay to got with it?” He said.

“What the fuck this isn’t English class. I’m not writing shit.” I scowled at him.

“Alright, then I could just tell your Mother you’re refusing to comply to the work I give you. I’m sure she’ll be real happy to hear that after the little stunt you pulled today.” He grinned.

“Fine. What am I writing about?” I glared at him.

“How about… 3 pages on what you wish I would’ve done to you upstairs.” He said kneeling down and whispering in my ear.

“How about no?” I scoffed.

He sat across from me and continued to smirk at me till I gave in.

“Oh come on Frank that’s not even about music.” I whined.

“Clock’s a ticking love, I want your assignments before I leave.” His grin widened.

“THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE GUITAR LESSONS. HOW DOES THIS HELP ME LEARN THE GUITAR?” I exclaimed.

“Write.” He seethed.

I removed 3 sheets of paper from my notebook, writing “GO” on one, “FUCK” on the second, and “YOURSELF” on the third. I quickly filled in the worksheets he gave me, they were quite easy to be honest, just naming notes and rests and stuff.

I stacked the paper one on top of the other, stapled them together and handed them to Frank.

“Done already?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yep.” I gleamed.

When he looked at my ‘essay’ he just started laughing.

“You’re so cute.” He mumbled. My face flushed red, NOT the reaction I was trying to evoke.

“Alright. Since there’s 30 minutes left and you did so well, I’ll teach you a song on the guitar!” He smiled warmly.

I hesitated for a moment; there was a catch to this I know there was. He doesn’t just give up that easily. He gets even.

“O-Okay.” I mumbled, sitting down next to him.

He handed me one of the guitars, putting my hands in the right position.

“Alright so you just start of strumming Up and Down with your fingers on these frets. That’s a C Chord.” He said, showing me where to place my fingers.

I managed to play it okay, but my pick kept falling out of my hand.

“Here, you’re holding it the wrong way.” He adjusted the pick in my hands properly.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Yeah, your arms look a little strange. Let me help you.” He got off the couch and walked behind me, putting his arms around me the way boys do when they’re showing a girl how to hit a ball or something.

Only after he adjusted my arms he didn’t let go. He put me in a headlock, causing me to scream.

“What are you doing?!” I said panicking, unable to move my entire upper body.

“Getting even.” He chuckled. All of a sudden I felt his lips touch my neck, he licked once as if marking a spot, then his entire mouth latched on.

I began squirming as I felt a pinching tightness. Was he sucking on my neck?
A sudden realization came over me.

“FRANK IERO DON’T YOU DARE! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!”
I yelped, as the tightness grew more painful.

All of the sudden he let me go, and I ran off the couch to the nearest mirror.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” I screamed as I looked at the huge, dark, swollen hickie he left on my neck.

“Oh hey, it’s 5 o’clock. Alright, see you tomorrow princess, tell your Mother I said hello.” He said with a permanent smirk on his face. Before I could chase after him he was out the door in 5 seconds, all his stuff in hand.

“FRANK!” I screamed once more in frustration.
“Dammit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I turned around and paced the living room, how was I going to cover this up before my mom got home?

“MAKEUP!” I sprinted upstairs, frantically looking for my makeup bag.
“Fuck. Where is it when I actually need it?!” I screamed to myself, turning my entire room upside down looking for it.

“Lana! I’m home!” I heard the front door open and shut close and my Mom began rummaging around downstairs.

My heart literally stopped beating for 10 seconds. I quickly yanked a thick scarf out of my closet and wrapped it around my neck.

I ran back downstairs, pulling my mom into a strong hug and sporting an overly fake smile.

“Hey love! How was your day?” She smiled widely.

Huh? She’s not angry?

“It was fine! I’m really sorry about earlier. I only skipped Chemistry I promise.” I looked to the floor in shame.
“Huh? What? You skipped Chemistry? Lana! You can’t start skipping classes, shame on you.” She scolded.

What?

“You’re not angry?” My eyes widened.

“No, but you’d better not do that again! On another note what the hell are you wearing?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

Frank didn’t actually call her, the realization came over me. I wanted to just scream.
He’s dead meat. Not for not doing it; but for holding it over my head like he had in fact actually done it. Plus the mega shitty day I had thinking I was in trouble the entire time.

I turned my attention to her other question and looked down to see I was still wearing my extremely skimpy dress with this thick winter scarf on top off it. I looked like a fool.

“I hope you didn’t wear that dress to school. It’s way too inappropriate.” She scowled, looking me up and down.

"N-No! Of course not Mother!" I laughed nervously. No, but I wore one equally as bad.

“Are… are you not wearing a bra?! Lana! What has gotten into you for heaven’s sake!” Her jaw dropped in shock as she looked closer.

“Why are you wearing that scarf anyway? It’s not even cold outside.” She raised another eyebrow, not letting up on her little inspection.

“I…I uhm. Sorry mom.” I bit my lip nervously.

“Take it off, I’m getting hot just looking at you.” She reached forward and yanked the scarf off my neck, I simultaneously screamed ‘NO!’ trying to catch the scarf before it hit the ground.

She gasped in shock as she stared at the gaping purple hickie on my neck.

Great, Just great.

Thanks Frank.

Notes

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