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Chapter 8: Wolves Come Out at Night
I found a spot set away from the party, close to the parking lot, in a little wooded area. I flopped down on the ground in a pile of leaves and put my head between my legs. Some deep breaths helped to settle my stomach.
The quiet was calming and comforting, but it didn’t last very long.
“Rachel? Is that you?” I heard a voice say.
I looked up quickly, thinking it was Miles. But it was a tall, handsome blonde in a letterman jacket and jeans – Connor James.
“Mind if I sit down?” he asked, raising and eyebrow and flashing a smile. I nodded as he plopped down beside me. He nodded by the campfire as he took a swig of his beer. “Saw that kiss between you and Miles earlier. You guys together or something?”
“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “We’re not together. Just friends.”
There was a long, drawn out pause and I smiled sheepishly at Connor as he looked me up and down in a way that made me want to crawl out of my own skin. “Well, in that case,” he began, putting his arm over my shoulder, “Miles wouldn’t care if I do this then, right?”
“Uh, uh…I guess not,” I sputtered.
There were about a hundred million red flags that would have told me on a normal day that I should get up and get out of this situation. For one, Connor was definitely drunk and a hell of a lot bigger than me. Worse, his eyes were full of lust, and here I was, completely vulnerable and alone. But, I was so pissed at Miles that I missed every one of those red flags. At least somebody was giving me attention. So against my better judgment, I allowed Connor to come on to me.
We were secluded from all of our friends and the chaos of the party. Just the faint sound of the music hummed in the background as Connor and I sat there together, tucked away by the woods. He leaned his head in closer and closer to mine until I finally realized that he was trying to kiss me. I pulled away just as his lips touched mine, shocked.
“Connor, I don’t want to do this,” I explained, shaking my head and waving my hands at him. A surge of adrenaline rushed through my body and my heart started racing, pounding furiously against my chest. He was still leaning in close to me, though, with a devilish grin on his face. He smoothed back his hair and sat up a little straighter.
“Ahh Rachel, c’mon,” Connor groaned. “I saw the way you were looking at me tonight. You can’t tell me that you didn’t feel anything when we made out.”
He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me in for another kiss before I could say another word. I was squirming, but too weak to push him away from me. When he finally peeled his lips away from mine, I seized the opportunity to end this.
“Connor, stop!” I squealed. “I’m serious. Stop! Please!”
“You know you want me,” he said, kissing my neck.
I pushed against his chest until Connor grew tired of me trying to fight him off. He threw his body weight against me, wrestling me to the ground, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe. I pressed up against his chest with my arms, trying my best to get him off of me. But, he was too big and too strong. He put his hand over my mouth when I tried to scream.
“Shhh!” he whispered with a laugh.
He started to take down the straps of my dress as I did my best to bat his hands away from me. I wasn’t exposed, but I had never felt more naked in my life. I was being violated and I wanted no part of this with Connor. I fought him the best that I could, but Connor was too persistent, and I became exhausted from trying to push him away.
|Lucy Hale||as Rachel|
|Jeremy Sumpter||as Miles|