A few days later everything was back to normal, like all the stuff that happened in my room was just a dream. My parents weren't home still so my sister took the advantage of bringing a "friend" to the house, of course it'll be Keagan his mates and their skanks. So now the house chores tripled themselves for me while everyone turned into fuckboys outside or in the bed room.

Because feeding 7 people in the house wasn't enough going into the kitchen was a nightmare. Austin the fag (Called him that cause I never knew his last name) was in there, the last time we've encountered eachother was the time he smeared red paint at my bike seat just to see if red was my color after he was "done" with me. So yeah he's the only dude who's actually banged me without knowing what type of person I was.

"Hey beautiful just finished making some pancakes do you want a sausage to go with it?". He smirked holding two plates of pancakes his eyes examined me in a way that gave me a warning so I knew that there's no way I'm eating what he made.

So I turned the other way trying to avoid eye contact with him. But by the time I finally reached the things I needed he was already behind me, pinning me to the kitchen closet and half the counter. His face hovered over mine but just enough to let me turn my head in one direction. "Come on baby I know you're craving it too".

His hands parked around my waist, lightly squeezing it, as he planted his leg between mine fondling my "flower". His hands now trailing up he stopped as soon as noice was charging into the room.

Keagan was among them but I can tell that as soon as he saw my blushed face something was up.

At the ride to school I quickened my pace to try and avoid conflict with any of them when a pair of hands grabed me leading me at the empty part in the back school.

I screamed until he sat his hands on my mouth signaling to stay quiet." You're very dumb Anna". It was that same soothing voice I found atractive, but right now it wasn't so "soothing".

"Tell me where did he touch you!" His green eyes weren't soft anymore so he was either jealous or angry. My guess both cause as soon as I didn't say a word, he forced his hands up my shirt fuddling with my breast.

They hurt yeah they did but at the same time it felt amazing, one of his hands slid down grabbing my leg and rap it around his waist. His waist started moving in rythm and I'm here trying to keep my voice down to how amazing it felt. But Keagan placed me back down rested his hand against the wall above me and whispered.

"That was lesson number 2, next time it be worse if you get me jealous again." And he left so now how am I going to walk to class with a messed up face and jelly legs.