BfaR 4

Lukas chuckled again at her token effort to free herself. To her surprise, he actually did move, brushing that hand over her chest to her chin.

Eris's eyes widened painfully as he turned her head towards him, moving his lips to hers. His gaze locked onto hers, his expression something completely foreign to her. As soon as he moved away, she gasped for breath.

"Eris..." he practically whispered, breath dusting her lips, causing another shiver to run through her spine. "Did you really never stop to think about why I've always treated you the way I do, ever since elementary school?" She could not find her voice, nor the ability to shake her head in the negative. Why would she have? She was more interested in trying to escape him than thinking about him.

A muffled, wordless moan of protest tried to escape as he kissed her again. His lower hand stopped moving, holding her hip gently. Much to her disdain, his touch was almost starting to feel... pleasant...

"I've never been good at expressing how I feel," he admitted quietly, lips brushing hers as he barely bothered to move a centimeter. The proximity of his face made it impossible to avoid his gaze. "Eventually, everyone just expected me to be horrible to you..." An element of sadness entered his expression, a sigh tailing with his words.

"Lukas..." she stuttered again, unable to wrap her mind around what it sounded like he was suggesting. He gave her a brief peck on her lips, silencing her.

"I figured this would be a good time to go for it, now that we're both adults..." This statement was muttered, a touch of color rising on his cheeks. She blinked, stunned to see him showing any trace of embarrassment. "I know you know my handwriting," he continued, voice clearer, louder, "so I typed up the note and snuck it into your locker." She blinked-- he was right about that, considering how many times she had been **** to work with him in class solely due to him always sitting behind her.

"B-but...?" She swallowed hard before she was able to continue. "Wh-why...?" A blink allowed tears to slip from her eyes. "I-I mean... I-I'm... not..." She silenced as he kissed her again.

"Why do you think I've never called you ugly, or laughed when someone else did?" he countered. "Skye is just jealous that she doesn't get as much attention from me as you do. You wouldn't believe the kinds of things she's tried to get my affection." He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed with the other girl. "Now, she is a slut, by any definition. If she thinks that actually attracts anyone, she's delusional."

Eris swallowed, blinking another tear from her eye. She did not even jump as his thumb reached up to brush it away. All of this information was overloading her brain. She honestly figured this had to be another trick, just something he would use to taunt and humiliate her further.

A gasp escaped her as he turned her around, faces returning to the same close proximity as his arm wraps around her waist once more, keeping her pressed tightly to his body. She shuddered at the feeling of his cock in his pants.

"I don't want to **** this on you," he whispered, eyes locked with hers. "No matter how much I want it... I don't want to hurt you." She blinked. After all that he had said, she actually found that statement surprisingly believable. His fingers tickled down her jawline, barely touching her. "Give me a chance, and no one will ever bother you again." She stared, trying to read his expression.

Finally, she found it in her to act, pushing against his chest. Her reaction startled him, and he stumbled a few steps away.

"Eris..."

She refused to respond, straightening her skirt as she grabbed her bag. She felt his eyes on her as she rushed from the room, gaze severing only as the door fell shut.

As she hurried through the empty halls, she attempted to reign in her tremulous breath. It was not true. It could not be true. He was horrible. He had never shown any trace of actually caring about her since they were kids. This had just been another trick, another set up. He wanted to fool her into doing something with him so he could, she did not know, tell everyone he had given the "world's worst slut" some lessons so every other guy would try to **** himself on her, try to turn her into a real slut.

She could not remember his teasing ever causing her to cry so hard as she was now.

Her pace never once slowed, even as she burst from the building, beginning the walk home.