Aimee walked silently down the hallway, books clutched against her chest. Endless voices talked all around her, but she ignored them as best as she could. She tended to ignore most everything that occurred at school, mainly because of Scott and Lane. They were the biggest idiots on the planet, and they were completely obsessed with Aimee. She had dated both of them in the past year, not at the same time, of course. But, in the end, she had broken it off with both of them. They liked to cheat on their girlfriends, and then, when they were no longer together, to stalk them.
Scott was stalking Aimee. Lane was stalking her twin. They would switch eventually, just as Aimee and Maria had switched between dating the two boys. Usually jealously would keep sisters from dating the two same boys, but not with Aimee and Maria. They rarely got mad at each other, let alone jealous of anything that had to do with the others.
Aimee sighed. I shouldn't have dated either of them in the first place. I don't even really like guys. I only dated them because Maria wanted me to.
"Aimee!" An annoyingly familiar voice called after her. "Hey, wait up!"
Aimee didn't even pause. She didn't care which one it was, she didn't want to talk to either of them. When the hand landed on her shoulder, she quickly jerked away from the grip, lurching forward before quickly spinning around to face either of her crazy exes. "I do not want anything to do with you! Leave me alone!" She shrieked at Scott.
Scott stared at her. "Oh, come on, Aimes. You know you love me." He took a step towards her. "Let's just get back together. I know it's what you want."
She took a step back, shaking her head. "No. It is not what I want. I don't even like you, let alone love you. Just leave me alone!"
Scott took a forceful step towards her, the movement propelling him straight into her personal space. He grabbed her wrist, his grip like iron. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, you bitch!" He hissed angrily, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "I will make you regret it."
Aimee jerked her arm from his grip, shoving him with her other hand as she did so. Scott stumbled back a step, an astonished look plastered on his face. "I said leave me alone!
Scott glared at her as he regained his balance, took a step towards her, grabbed both of her wrists, and slammed her up against a locker, his blue eyes intent. He leaned towards her, pressing their bodies together as he did so. "You know, Aimee, you really shouldn't provoke me. It isn't smart." He grinned, his eyes glinting coldly as he leaned towards her, his lips hovering just inches from hers.
Aimee glared into his eyes, wishing she knew some form of fighting skills. She couldn't even knee Scott in the balls; he was pressed too tightly against her for that. So instead she allowed her books to fall to the floor and wrapped her arms around his back, pressing her nails into it. Scott winced, but didn't even blink. Aimee knew he was going to kiss her, and she wasn't going to be able to do anything about it.
As Scott pressed his lips firmly against hers, Aimee dug her nails even deeper into his skin, hoping to at least break the skin. But it didn't work. After a moment of his lips against hers, Aimee couldn't resist anymore. She kissed him back, pressing herself even more tightly against him. Scott smiled against her lips, a smile of victory.
Aimee wanted to cry. I'm just too weak. I can't even resist a scumbag like Scott. I really need to take some damn karate lessons. Or get a kickass boyfriend who can defend me from this jerk.
Fear shot through her as Scott's hands slid down to her waist and pulled her even closer to him, his fingers digging into her skin. She was sure there would be bruises later, but for now the only thing she could think about was his lips pressed against hers, trying to get more from her. But Aimee wasn't going to give him any more of anything, not even if he threatened her life.
Aimee let her hands fall to her side as she stopped kissing him. She wasn't going to encourage him any more than she already had, no matter how much self control she had to exert to do it.
But Scott was persistent.
He grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them above her head, his lips moving forcefully against her own. Aimee numbly struggled against his hold, but she knew it was useless. Scott was a jock, he worked out just about every day; there was no way in the world she could overpower him.
With a sharp movement Scott was pulled off of Aimee's body and slammed onto his back on the floor. The aftershock of the maneuver dragged her slightly forwards. A large man was leaning over Scott, light blue eyes angry. For a second, Aimee was afraid it was Lane, being majorly overprotective of her. As it was, it wasn't Lane.