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Kevin and Emmy were lovers

Almost 

How were they supposed to explain that they casually hooked up and took both their first times?

Thats what Kevin told himself as he stared across the room looking at Emmy.

"Kevin Rodriguez!"

His teachers words snapped him out of his daydream

"What?"

He heard the class snickering and holding back laughs

"Attendance."

As Mr. Morreti continued calling out names, He couldn't keep his eyes off Emmy. The way he sat so nonchalantly and— Stop thinking like this! It was one time. It won't happen again.

Once the bell rang and he left for lunch, He sat at his usual table. His stupid 'Friends' rambling on and on about how it was cool to be sexist and racist. Sure, They weren't the best. But they were all he had. 

The cafeteria doors opened and Emmy strutted in.

He couldn't help but stare at Emmy, Not even notice he had been talking to Kevin.

"Hello? Do you have some staring problem or something?"

"uh- What?"

"You were staring at me just now. And in math. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired."

Kevin sat in his Miserable, Sad, broken down, pathetic room in his run down two bedroom apartment. 

"Gosh, I'm sooo boreddd."

He whined

Knock Knock

What the–

"Hey pipsqueak."

Emmy climbed through the window, Leaning against it

"Emmy? What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for them to play gangnam style."

"No seriously. My mom is gonna be home soon and–"

"I don't care."

"But–!"

"Just shut up and listen!"

Emmy sat next to Kevin on the bed. His hand wandering to his thigh.

"I love you, Kevin."

Kevin was speechless. Love?! Him?! How?!

"You don't mean that."

Emmy squeezed his thigh tighter

"I do. And... I had a good time during our escapade. 

Kevin leaned into his touch

"Well.. why don't we try it again?"

Emmy smirked 

"We've got the same idea, Babygirl."

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Emi had been the 'Gifted child' growing up. Perfect grades, Perfect attitude, The perfect child. And she was gonna make it stay that way.

"Mrs. Douglass, are you sure you can't give me a little more time to finish my essay?"

"Im sure, Emi. You've gotten a week and everyone else is finished."

"Yes miss."

She walked out of the room to the library. It was a free period so she figured she could get some work time in on that essay.

She picked a lonely table and sat down. Then someone happened to sit next to her.

Violet Claremont

She had a reputation for being a massive bitch. Massive in size as well.

Emi tensed up, thinking 'please don't be fucking annoying like everyone else today'

"So I heard you need to finish up your essay?" Violet said slyly

"Uhm, yeah. Why?" Emi muttered, Cautiously

"I can help you study. I'm pretty good at writing."

"I don't need your help. I can do it."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes! Just— Leave me alone."

"Okay, Okay, I'm going."

Violet got up and moved to a different table, Leaving Emi alone.

As Emi sat there, She couldn't help but notice how pretty Violet was. Her long blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders, The way her pale skin shone in a ghostly way under the flickering lights.

No.

No.

She wasn't pretty. Just conventionally attractive.

.

.

. 

right?

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The next day was not great.

Barely even tolerable.

It was a Friday. A day supposed to be relaxing and a restart for the weekend.

But was it relaxing for Emi?

NO

It made her want to drown herself in the school fountain.

She never noticed how they had five out of seven classes together before. That was until today.

The entire day she caught herself staring. She shouldn't be. She looks like a creep.

But she can't help her eyes drifting to look at her.

During study hall (the last 20 minutes of the school day), She was working on that damn essay again. The one weeks overdue.

And once again, She slid right up to Emi with that smirk on her face.

"Still working on that essay?" Violet asked, more interested than teasing.

"Yeah." Emi wanted to be as blunt and cold as possible. Maybe then she'd be left alone.

Violet didn't respond verbally. She pulled out a paper and slid it over to Emi.

A perfectly written essay with Emi's name at the top.

"What? Are you mocking me because I haven't finished?"

"Take it." Violet said, Pushing it infront of Emi.

"I don't need your essay. I'm not a charity case."

"Don't be a bitch."

"I don't want it."

"I'm trying to help you, Ho."

"You two girls. This is study hall time, Not Yap–o' clock." Mrs. Johnson bellowed. "Or you can get detention with Mrs. Schloser after school."

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CONTENT WARNING!!!

This chapter contains implied sexual assault and rape towards a minor. If you can't deal with reading it, Don't. Do not attack me in the comments.
I DO NOT condone Rape.

Valentines was today. 

That meant Love everywhere

And Everyone would be with their partner

Except for Angie Adkins.

She did have a husband, But he didn't care about her. He refused to give her the bare minimum of acknowledgment.

So she'd have to fill the void with something else.

Angie had a specific student on her mind recently. 

Jamie

A troubled kid with an even worse haircut.

She knew it was wrong but who was there to judge her?

Nobody knew.

So she'd have to fulfill her desires in Another way. 

A worse way.

"Jamie rou Murray. See me after class."

Jamie got up from his desk, Everyone had left so it was just them.

"What? Are you gonna give me another fucking referral?"

"Language. And, No."

"Well what are you doing then?"

Angie took a deep breath.

If this goes wrong, She'll be ruined.

"Stoo being a brat and just listen to what I've gotta say."

"...."

"You're a nice kid Jamie, And nice kids deserve... Rewards."

"What are you doing? Don't touch me there. Stop it!"

Angie laid in her bed that night. Her mind replaying what had happened over and over.

.... What have I done?