Penelope's POV
When the teacher on stage switched the PowerPoint, I pretended to listen carefully, but in reality, my mind was focused on my savings. I tried to be thrifty every single day, but I still didn't have much saved—as it 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.
At least Zayn's eyes deserved a lovely dress, I tried to convince myself.
My heart sank when my eyes wandered from the PowerPoint to Mia's empty place. Mia had the flu and had to stay home, so I had to work part-time at David's restaurant alone.
ALONE.
I hate this word.
I'd lived most of my life alone. I felt so lonely. If I had a wolf, I would have a mate at least.
I packed my bag to go to the restaurant when the bell rang. 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?
The girl didn't wait for my words, though. She just walked away.
I froze in place and didn't know what to do for a moment. Why did Zayn want to come to me? Never had he talked to me at school. Why would he do that? Did he still recall who I was? Or was this just a trick?But nobody knew I liked Zayn except Mia. So it was not likely that this was a trick.
I took a quick look at the alarm on the wall. There was still enough time.
After a deep breath, I made up my mind. I was going to take one look, and if I didn't see anyone or another Zayn Guy, I was leaving.
The Little Garden, near the back door of the school, was a secluded but scenic spot with a small maze inside. Couples used to come here for trysts, but since there had been an unsolved firearm homicide, no one came here anymore.
The nearer I was to the Little Garden, the more nervous I was. I couldn't help but hold on tight to the straps of my bag and think uncontrollably.
What if it was Zayn? What was I supposed to say?
I suddenly realized that my body was too bony. My breasts and my lips were not full enough. My hips weren't high enough. Even my clothes weren't decent enough!
Maybe I should buy myself some new clothes, not only a dress for the prom.
My foolish thoughts came to an abrupt end when I stepped right in front of the Little Garden door and realized there was no one there.
Sure... It was a trick.
I was only 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 nervous swallow and walked slowly toward the bag.
"Zayn? Are you looking for me?" I whispered.
No response.
I tried again, but this time I made it a little louder.
"Zayn?"
"You indeed like Zayn, hahaha."
A gruff, husky voice rang out from behind. I glanced back and saw a pair of menacing eyes squinting once more in my line of sight.
Scott...
"You look shocked.Why? Are you surprised I know you like Zayn? Scott grinned, his eyes staring at me with a demon-like intensity that was impossible to ignore. "Guess who told me?"
Who? Who was it? Mia. No way. I didn't believe...but...
My lips were shaking, and my face was white.
"The Woods bitch looks scared and wants to cry to her mom," Scott said as he walked up to me and whispered in my ear. He laughed widely. "Do you want to know the answer? Huh?"
His sticky hands went up my shoulders and around my neck, and I felt like a scarecrow trapped in a spell. I was afraid to move, so I just stayed where I was.
"Oh, poor thing." Scott's smile got bigger when he saw the tears in my eyes. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me to the ground all of a sudden. "But you know what? I can't wait to see your tears!"
On one hand, Scott took his jeans off, and on the other, he held the horny, thick, black dick to my mouth. When I leaned back, he pushed me back and opened my mouth.
"Open your mouth and do your job!"
His cock slammed into me. It came in quickly and right up to my throat before I could get used to it.
"Suck it up! What did you learn?"
Scott wrapped his arms around my head, excited as a male dog. He kept pushing his cock against my mouth—faster and faster—and I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger.
"Aah! "Ah!" Scott lifted his head comfortably, panting slightly, but his lower body kept moving. The cock oozed more and more fluid, and I struggled with it, feeling as if my jaw was on the verge of dislocating.
Suddenly, Scott yanked me away. I sneezed and coughed really badly.
Before I could stop coughing, he dragged me to the floor and began ripping at my clothes.
"No! No! Please leave me alone!"
I knelt on the ground, shouting heart-rendingly, while my hands continued to slap him. However, my strength was insufficient; Scott applied pressure without flinching, his body as unyielding as a boulder.
"Just take it off! Isn't that what you were born to do? Huh?!" Scott ripped my bra open, ducked his head, sucked on my chest, and bit my nipples.
"Ah! It hurts!" The man in front of my chest wouldn't move, no matter how loud I screamed.
The tut-tutting sound in my ears, the slippery tongue slipping from my chest to my navel, my stomach writhing in disgust as I stared desperately at the sky above me.
Perhaps thinking my hands were getting in the way, Scott picked up the dirty undies and quickly tied my hands together in a knot. He grabbed my chin and said with a fierce smile, "Now just do what I ask, or I'll let you know the hell."
"No!" I begged with tears. "Please let me go."
Scott ignored my words and pulled my pants down. He spread my legs and squeezed himself between them, and I felt his cock against my labia.
That sticky, wet stuff made it easy to rub, and I felt like a snake was swimming down my legs. I tightly closed my eyes to block out the rape that was happening without any help.
Scott laughed cruelly, leaned over, and said, "I'm coming in!"