Penelope's POV
Outside the window, dark gray clouds hung over the classroom building, yet it didn't rain. Indoors, the teacher on stage was going through the PPT presentation as I pretended to pay attention; yet, my mind was preoccupied with calculating my savings. Despite my daily efforts to save costs, my money remained insufficient—insufficient to rent a room and buy clothing that cost several hundred dollars. As it is said, poor is eternal.
I didn't deserve a new dress, but when I looked through my humble wardrobe—which was really just a shelf— and couldn't find a good one, I knew I had to buy one for the prom.
It was not only for me. I tried to convince myself that at least Zayn's eyes deserved a lovely dress.
Mia and I decided to go shopping today, but my heart sank when my eyes wandered from the stage to Mia's empty seat. She had the flu and had to stay home, so I had to give up the plan and work part-time at David's restaurant alone.
ALONE.
I hate this word.
I had spent most of my life alone. I felt quite lonely. If I had a wolf, I'd have at least a mate.
When the bell sounded, I packed my luggage and headed to the restaurant. A strange brunette came over.
"Are you Penelope Woods?" She asked.
I said, "Yes, but why?"
"Zayn wants you to meet him after school in the Little Garden."
"What...?!?" Zayn? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was that the Zayn I know?
However, the girl did not wait for my answer. She simply walked away.
For a time, I was frozen and unsure of my next move. Why did Zayn come to me? He had never talked to me at school. Why would he do this? Did he remember who I was? Or was this a trick? But only Mia knew I liked Zayn. So it was unlikely that this was a trick.
I quickly glanced at the alarm on the wall. There was still ample time.
I shouldn't go there, but…
I inhaled deeply and made a decision. I decided to take one look, and if I didn't see anyone or another Zayn Guy, I would leave.
Now was not only the peak period but also the busiest time for students. Despite the mass of kids, I forced my way to the school's rear entrance. The Little Garden, at the school's back door, was a hidden but scenic area with a little maze inside. Couples used to come here for trysts, but after an unsolved gunshot homicide, they stopped coming.
Suddenly, there was dull thunder in the sky, like if someone was holding a cloth over it. The thunder was muffled and heavy, yet no rain fell. I became increasingly concerned as I approached the Little Garden. I couldn't help but grasp my bag's straps and thought uncontrollably.
What if it's Zayn? What am I supposed to say?
I instantly realized that my body was very bony. My breasts and lips weren't full enough. My hips were not high enough. Even my clothing wasn't stylish enough!
Maybe I should get myself some new clothes, not only a prom dress.
I couldn't help but imagine myself wearing something nicer and dating Zayn...
I felt my face was flushed and swallowed timidly.
My silly thoughts came to an abrupt halt as I stepped directly in front of the Little Garden door and saw there was no one there.
Sure, that was a trick.
I was just a FOOL.
Before I could tell if I was upset or relaxed, a khaki nylon bag caught my eye from behind the door.
It was the bag that Zayn always had with him.
I took a shaky gulp and moved cautiously towards the bag.
"Zayn? Are you looking for me?" I whispered.
No response.
I tried again, but this time I went a little louder.
"Zayn?"
"You indeed like Zayn, hahaha."
A harsh, deep voice echoed from behind. I looked back and noticed a pair of dangerous eyes squinting once again in my field of vision.
Dang it… Scott…
"You look shocked. Why? Are you surprised I know you like Zayn?" Scott grinned, his eyes fixed on me with a demon-like intensity that I couldn't ignore. "Guess who told me?"
Who? Who was it? Mia? No way. It mustn't be her. I didn't believe it, but...
My lips shook, and my face turned white.
"The Woods bitch looks scared and wants to cry to her mom," Scott murmured in my ear. He laughed wildly. "Do you want to know the answer? Huh?"
His sticky hands went up my shoulders and around my neck, making me feel like a scarecrow bound in a spell. I was terrified to move, so I remained where I was.
"Oh, poor thing." Scott's smile broadened as he saw the tears in my eyes. He grabbed my neck and threw me to the ground all of a sudden. "But you know what? I can't wait to see your tears!"
Scott removed his jeans while holding the eager, big, black dick to my mouth. As I leaned back, he pushed me and opened my mouth.
"Open your mouth and do your job!"
His cock crashed into me. It came in swiftly and right up to my throat before I could adjust to it.
"Suck it up! What did you learn?"
Scott threw his arms around my head, thrilled like a male dog. He started slamming his cock against my mouth, harder and quicker, and I could feel it swelling bigger and bigger.
"Aah! Ah!" Scott lifted his head comfortably, panting lightly, but his lower body continued to move. The cock oozed more and more fluid, and I battled with it, feeling like my jaw was about to dislocate.
Suddenly, Scott grabbed me away. I sneezed and coughed severely.
Before I could stop coughing, he hauled me to the floor and started shredding my clothes.
"No! No! Please leave me alone!"
I knelt on the ground, shouting heartbreakingly while my hands continued to slap him. However, my strength was insufficient; Scott exerted pressure without flinching, his body as hard as a boulder.
"Just take it off! Isn't that what you were born to do? Huh?!" Scott tore apart my bra, ducked his head, sucked on my chest, and bit my nipples.
"Ah! It hurts!" I yelled painfully.
However, the man in front of my chest refused to move, no matter how loud I screamed.
There was a tut-tutting sound in my ears, a slimy tongue moving from my breast to my navel, and my stomach writhed in disgust as I urgently looked up at the sky.
Scott grabbed my bra and swiftly tied my hands together in a knot, possibly because he thought they were interfering in the way. He seized my chin and stated with a vicious smile, "Now just do what I ask, or I'll let you know what the hell."
"No!" I begged through tears. "Please let me go."
Scott ignored my words and pulled down my jeans. He widened my legs and squeezed himself between them, and I could feel his cock against my pussy.
That sticky, moist material was simple to rub, and it seemed like a snake was swimming down my legs. I tightly closed my eyes to block out the rape, which was taking place without my help.
Scott chuckled viciously, leaned over, and announced, "I'm coming in!"