For a moment, I’m surprised she’s coming to my defense. Could I have been wrong about her being a complete bitch? But the sneer she tosses my way, says otherwise.
Aaron wraps his arm around her and tugs her so she falls against his chest. His hand lands on her butt and he squeezes. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, B. I wouldn’t touch the bitch now if she begged to have my cock in her mouth.” He looks at Dillon and jerks his chin up. “It won’t be my cock she’ll be choking on. Dillon has been wanting to try her out since she got here.”
“Oh,” Brooklyn giggles, and it makes her boobs jiggle in her thin bra. “Now that I would love to see.”
Panic sets in, and I spin on my knees, trying to get to my feet to run. I only get halfway up before there’s pain in my scalp, and I’m forced back down by the hand gripping my hair. A small cry leaves my lips.
“Where ya going, gorgeous?” Dillon steps in my line of sight and pulls my hair, forcing my head back so I have to look at him. “The fun hasn’t even begun.”
As he holds my hair, he begins working on the zipper of his jeans. The maniacal laugh that leaves him and the lustful look in his eyes scares the crap out of me. I grab his forearm, which is only inches from my face. I tug it to my mouth, open my lips, and sink my teeth into the skin.
He yells, but thankfully lets my hair go. I scramble back on my butt, desperately trying to get away, already knowing it’s useless because three against one means I’m in big trouble.
Brooklyn’s laughter echoes off the walls of the room. I look behind me, finding her and Aaron. He’s holding her up with her legs wrapped around his waist and both are looking at me with smiles only a lunatic would have.
Unfortunately, they’re blocking my path to escape. More unfortunately, Dillon recovers too quickly, and if I thought his look before scared me, this new expression is terrifying.
“You drew blood, Luna,” he says, stalking my way, blood dripping from his fingers to splash on the floor. “It’s only fair I get to draw yours.”
Before I can brace myself, his hand swings in front of him and he backhands me. I fall on my back as blood fills my mouth and stars dance in my eyes. Pain like I’ve never felt before splinters across my face. I blink, trying to push away the blackness threatening to take me under, knowing if I pass out, I won’t recover from what they do to me.
Despite my efforts, my eyes slide closed, and I lose consciousness.
Chapter 13
AUGUST
The moment I walk into the building, I know something’s off. It’s not a noise I hear or something I see. It’s a gut feeling. My head tilts to the side, straining for anything out of the ordinary and my eyes dart down each hallway I pass by.
Nothing.
But I can’t make the feeling go away.
And then I hear it. Faint laughter coming from the end of the hall where the gym and locker rooms are. My pace picks up, a prickling sensation on the top of my head. I slow when I approach the girls’ locker room. Stepping close, I press my ear against the metal door. After fifteen seconds of not hearing anything, I step back to go check the boys’ locker room.
I pause and my head whips back around to the girls’ locker room door when a giggle reaches my ears. Track practice has been over for at least thirty minutes, so the locker rooms should be empty. I entered the parking lot from the back and parked behind the school because my classroom is in that section of the building, so I don’t know if there are any cars in the parking lot. Unless it’s faculty, there shouldn’t be.
The door’s already cracked open, so I push it open the rest of the way. A feminine moan fills the room, followed closely by deep grunts. Obviously, some teenagers thought they’d have a little fun after practice.
The thought crosses my mind to leave them to it. It’s honestly not surprising to find a couple teens getting handsy in the locker rooms. Hell, I can recall fucking girls quite a few times in this very room when I was in high school. But as a teacher, I’m required to put a stop to it.
I pass by a couple of rows of lockers with no sign of the pair. Grunts and groans echo throughout the room as I check each aisle.
It’s not until I come to the third row before the showers that I come to a stop when I find the couple. A guy, with his hands full of a girl’s ass, who has her legs wrapped around his waist, pumps his hips back and forth, his jeans hanging halfway down his thighs. The girl has her head thrown back against the locker, her mouth open as she lets out little cries of pleasure. The guy’s head is buried in the girl’s neck, so I can’t see his face, but I’m pretty sure the girl’s name is Brooklyn.
“Shit,” the guy groans. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”
“Fuck me harder, Aaron.”
Hearing his voice and the name leave Brooklyn’s lips has fire sparking in my blood. My hands clench, and I’m ready to lay into the fucker rutting away at Brooklyn. It doesn’t matter that she’s enjoying what he’s doing to her. Just hearing his name and having him in front of me incites my anger. Each time I see him in the hallways in school, I have to fight back the urge to annihilate his ass. Thank fuck the school year is almost over and he’ll be graduating, because I’m honestly not sure how much longer I can hold off.
With the vein in my temple pounding and the muscles in my arms twitching, I clear my throat. Brooklyn’s head cuts my way, and her eyes widen in surprise. Aaron, oblivious to being caught, keeps slamming his hips forward. It’s not until Brooklyn tries to drop her legs from his waist and begins shoving him back that he unlatches his lips from her neck and scowls down at her.
“What the fuck, Brooklyn?”
Seeing her attention is no longer focused on him, he turns his head in the direction she’s looking, which is still pointed at me. When his eyes meet mine, the first thing I see in them is fear.
“Shit,” he mutters, taking a step back from Brooklyn as he frantically begins stuffing his dick back into his jeans.