The face of the enemy

Emma watched her gym teacher turn around the corner and disappear, while she sat in a damp patch of grass. She could just see the satisfied smirk on his face, as he left his conquest.

Is that all I am? Did I really just let myself get face fucked by some creep without any protest?

Emma could only remember one other time in her life that she had been so humiliated. Yesterday...in the cafeteria...in front of Lindsey and Clayton. Her cheeks burned as she got to her shaky feet. Her panties were ruined from her orgasm. Her backpack was still in history class, so all she could do is stuff them in the tiny pocket of her skirt. The distant ring of the bell snapped her back to reality. She was going to be very late to English if she didn't hurry.

Emma ran as fast as she could back inside the school. The other classes were already spilling their load of students into the halls. Emma dodged and ducked through the crowds. If she was lucky, Mr. Fischer wouldn't make a big deal this. That was when Lindsey Doolittle came into view.

Emma's blood ran cold, as her worst enemy approached. The sea of students parted for her like a scared school of fish before a hungry shark. Emma looked for a place to hide. She ducked into a doorway behind the edge of a line of lockers. Lindsey wasn't alone of course. Lindsey never walked alone. She accompanied by her best friends Shelby, Min, and Ashely. And there he was too. Clayton Lain. The hottest boy in school. The sight of him was almost enough to melt the ice in Emma's heart. She leaned against the lockers and actually sighed a little as she watched him walk by. He was tall and broad shouldered. His chocolate brown hair was a mess of adorably messy locks. He had bright hazel eyes and a scattering of freckles. Emma could look at his face for hours.

The group of popular kids walked right past Emma without even looking at her. Emma couldn't believe it. How could they just ignore her like that, after what they did? The fire in Emma's heart burned red hot. This wasn't the stupid lust fire that had let Coach Tucker use her behind the gym; this was something darker.

I'm so fucking sick of being helpless. I'm so sick of being ignoring me unless they want to use me. Why can't I ever be the one in charge? Why can't I ever get what I want?

Emma remembered what Layla had said on the bus. "Embrace your new life, and this whole world is yours for the taking." She straightened and glared at the retreating forms of Lindsey, Clayton and the others. If what the succubus said was true then Emma wouldn't be a powerless little looser anymore. She turned at hurried along the hall towards Mr. fisher's class. She was super late now, and there was no way Mr. Fisher would let her get away with it...or was there?