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"Ummm..." you hesitantly say, unsure of what to do next as Maxx advances on you. Gathering your courage you finally manage to utter an almost whisper-like reply. "M-Maxx," you stutter, "p-please not today."

Your tormentor stops right in front of you, her emerald eyes glaring intently at you.

"oh what's this?" Maxx muses out loud, "has my little Josephine finally started growing a backbone?" she says with every word dripping with sarcasm and condescension. But behind her insults and taunts you can sense something far more sinister in Maxx.

Everything about her was off putting to you- well to be honest, since she hit her growth spurt in middle school and decided to become your personal tormenter you had always been at least intimidated by the Amazonian-like girl. But in this moment; more than any other you've been in, you genuinely feel frightened by Maxx.

You knew that Maxx was a lesbian or at least she was bisexual, and this was not the first time that she had claimed you as her girlfriend . But those times had been different, you had taken her advances as just mere taunts and jests at your expense so she could impress her posse with her control over you.

"You think I'm joking, don't you?" Maxx asked rhetorically, a smirk grazing her lithe features.

suddenly she grabs you and with a might that you could never hope to match she throws you against the lockers at the nearest wall. You scream in both pain and fear when your body makes hard contact with the metal protrusions attached to the lockers. Your back slides down along the wall as Maxx straddles you, effectively pinning you where you are.

Let me go!" you beg and scream, but your captor ignores you and your blood boils when you notice the perpetual smirk still plastered on Maxx's lips.
Maxx pulls your mouth to hers kissing you hard. You struggle with her for a short while but eventually she lets go so you pitch back against the lockers.
You struggle to catch your breath before saying,

"Listen, Maxx. I have nothing against homose-"

"Oh, Jo," she laughs, "You don't know a thing about me..." Maxx forcibly grabs the back of your hair, yanking your head up to look into your watering eyes. "you think you can give me pity," she vehemently spat whilst you attempted to liberate your hair from her vice-like grip. "I mean look at you. It's no wonder that you've never had a boyfriend when you look like such a fucking freak!"