Ms. Nice Girl

Ms. Nice Girl

Chapter 4: Cruising the Darkside

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Some of you are wondering why Trey always harasses her even though he clearly says that he likes her. Well, in order to make his psyche clearer, I am writing a chapter which explains more of his background and emotions (actually emotional disorder).

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Trey reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Bic lighter. He lit the lonely cigarette dangling between his index and forefinger. He gradually raised the cig to his pink lips and watched the smoke dance before his eyes. He exhaled and a puff of iridescent smoke escaped his thin lips. He clenched a fist and sighed.

He had just taken Violet moments ago but he felt unsatisfied. He wanted her deeper than she had ever gone. But he had resisted a second time to take away her virginity. But he hungered for it like bittersweet candy. He could not understand why he hadn\'t just forced himself on her. She would not have resisted. He could feel her losing will power and it depressed him. Trey liked her fighting spirit, no matter how little it was. It drove him to pleasure her the more. He could feel her enjoying him and it bothered him slightly despite the fact that was what he had wished since the beginning--her succumbing to him. But he wanted more. Even though he longed for her love, he also desired her hate.

Trey laughed and set his hand down, the cigarette still entwined within his fingers. He sat on the steps to the front of the school. He was asking to be caught and forced into his classroom. That would be the only to make him learn anything and to pass high school. He could not do it on his own because he felt ashamed of himself. He was never very good at anything which came from a textbook and he didn\'t care just as long as he had his good looks and a pack of Marlboro lights. But he knew his good looks...as well as his cigs...would not last for long. He knew he needed more sustenance but was afraid to get it.

He rested his head in his arms and looked up at the cloudless September sky. He wished it would rain...sprinkle...anything. He just needed something more than a perfect blue. He remembered watching Violet leave his captivity and finally open her door to her classroom. She had looked back at him and her stare was piercing. Maybe it was the green eyes or maybe it was fact that she was trying to read him, figure out how he ticked and why he was treating her like that. But it hurt him a little nevertheless.

Trey unhooked his arm and slowly lowered it, until he made contact with the bulge forming in his pants. She had that affect on him. A moment of her face in his mind would result in a need to relieve himself. He touched himself over his pants for a few minutes before finally unzipping his pants and grabbing hold onto his penis. He imagined her face--touching her, holding her, kissing her. He continued to stroke himself with her vision in his mind, making up scenarios which he would later use on her. He smiled and then quickened his stroking until the sensation was too much for him. He clenched his knuckles in his free hand and bit his lip to hide a lingering moan. Hot liquid expelled from his manhood and he checked his pockets for something to wipe it with. He found the red bandanna still in his back pocket and used it as a wipe. He cleaned his hands and shot up.

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Trey came from a broken home in the outskirts of town. He never had any good friends growing up because he often shut his feelings up and refused to let anyone in. He wasn\'t comfortable with having anyone know him more than he was willing to let show so he never had friends come over. He did not join after school activities and like Violet, never spoke unless spoken to. Unlike Violet, he was a bit of a narcissist and knew that his good looks would be useful some day. So he used it in his advantage as a way to make and keep friends. He used it to lose his virginity, used it to get good grades, he used it to buy him what he needed. But of course he could only use it so much because it never gave him what he truly wanted--love.

His father worked in a gas station and managed to gather an income which hardly paid for their meals. He was a no good bastard and Trey was deathly afraid of him. He still is. His father would come home, sick and tired of the man he had become, and take out his frustrations on his only child. Trey was good at keeping his bruises, letting his father beat him where no one could see the scars. It was a difficult task to hide what was happening to him at home from his friends and teachers but he cleverly kept it from all of them, even until now. His father hardly beats him now because he is never home but when he does come home, it is another punch to the stomach.

Trey\'s mother is another story, a side of him which had made him the man he is today. Twisted and misogynistic. From the moment Trey had started school, his mother had used him as her own private sex toy, probably because his father was inadequate. Trey was confused at first because his mother had said it was an act of love and not hate. So, desperate for his mother\'s love, gave in to her touching. She often came to him at night, demanding him to touch her. He felt so uncomfortable with the act despite the fact his mother had said it meant he loved her. She often made him feel like a bad son, telling him that if he loved her, he should do as she says. He remembered how much he trembled and much he felt it was wrong but was afraid to lose her.

But of course, he did lose her. Finally tired of Trey and his father, she left in the middle of the night and never returned. Trey was about twelve then and he blamed himself for her leaving. He wondered whether he did not show enough love for her. He told himself that day that there was no such thing as love, just sex.

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Violet hesitated to open the door to her first period class but after looking at Trey, decided to go in. He was letting her go. She was sure he was ready to do something else but he abruptly stopped and told her to leave. She did not understand what made the man tick but was grateful for an ounce of freedom.

The door opened and she slipped her frail body inside, closing the door behind her. The teacher, Mr. Matthews, looked over at the figure beside the door and blinked.

\"Violet?\" he asked, wondering whether it was clearly her. Violet did not know how much brushing her hair and taking of her glasses would change her. Obviously, she looked a lot different than before. The class turned their attention towards her and she was faced with a roomful of awkward glances. Their eyes scanned her like an object, scrutinizing every inch of her frame, wondering what had happened and where had ugly Violet gone to.

\"Yes, Mr. Matthews?\" Violet mumbled. She was too frightened to move, the eyes burned on her flesh like molten lava.

\"Do you have an excuse slip from yesterday?\" he asked calmly, even though shock was still plastered on his mind.

Violet shook her head, forgetting she had missed a day of class. Mr. Matthews smiled and told her to take a seat and reminded her to get one for tomorrow. She nodded her head and slowly made her way down the aisle and into her seat at the very back row. She set her things down on the floor, all eyes still watching her every move. When she finally sat down, she noticed that even Colin was looking at her and it made her blush slightly.

She always had a little crush on him since...well...she was in the third grade. She remembered watching him play basketball on the playground all recesses and lunch, hoping to be the girl that all girls envied. It was a lifelong crush that often gave her reason to die. It was hard to like someone that never knew you existed. He changed girlfriends like he changed socks. She had masturbated to his face on her mind so many times it was pathetic. Now here he was now, looking at her with those beautiful seductive hazel eyes.

Violet turned away, sure that he was staring at something behind her. She did not want to look like a fool again in front of him. She was sure that he knew how much his face made her wet. She looked down and fumbled with her things. Colin smirked and turned around.

He was surprised to see how beautiful she looked when she cleaned up a bit. He felt so stupid for overlooking her all these years. Who could have known she\'d look so good?

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The bell rang and Violet, still daydreaming, jumped from the sound. Mr. Matthews excused the class but asked Violet to stay for a second. Violet nodded her head and carefully put away her things.

Colin glanced at her one last time before disappearing along with the pack outside.

\"Violet, can I talk to you?\" he asked. Violet scooped up her books and tossed them haphazardly into her backpack. She tossed her bag over her shoulder and approached him. Mr. Matthews was a young handsome teacher, probably just barely 30 years old. He had a lean muscular body which he had sculpted after devoting himself to the gym five days a week. He leaned in closer, his dirty blonde hair cascading over his forehead. He smiled and his dark set eyes glistened. Violet stepped back slightly and watched him toss his leg over the desk and fold his hands. He seemed to be waiting for her to make the first attempt at a conversation but when Violet said nothing, he decided to make the move.

\"I don\'t mean to pry but are you okay?\" he asked. Violet bit her lip and nodded her head. She wondered whether the pain on the inside was beginning to reflect on the outside.

Mr. Matthews tilted his head and nodded,\" You know you can come to me if you have a problem. I know your father isn\'t doing so well.\"

Violet smiled, \"Actually he\'s doing better,\" she lied. \"I really have to go. I need to get an excuse slip for my next class.\"

\"You missed second period too?\" He seemed concerned.

\"Yeah, I just didn\'t feel well yesterday so I didn\'t go to school.\"

Violet turned to face the door but was abruptly stopped by a gripping hand to her shoulder, \"Remember, I\'m always here,\" Mr. Matthews repeated. He was so close, she could feel his hot breath against her neck. This reminded her too much of Trey.

Violet did not turn back, she just headed straight out the door, feeling a little uncomfortable in his presence. She turned to head towards the office when a tall form jumped in front of her. Sure it was Trey, she shook her head.

\"Not now, I have to go to the office.\"

\"Not now?\" the voice asked. Violet recognized that voice all too well but it did not come from Trey. She looked up and was surprised to see the man of her dreams.

\"Sorry, I thought you were someone else,\" Violet mumbled. Her face was turning red, she could feel her cheeks burning. He had that affect on her. She remembered that one time in fifth grade he had asked her for a pencil and she literally almost pissed in her panties.

\"Who did you think I was?\" Colin asked, a smile on his face. Violet cleared her throat and pushed past him, sure that he was teasing her.

\"No one.\"

Colin strolled up beside her and tried to keep at her pace, which was easy considering he had long legs.

\"It had to be some one. Are you dating anyone?\" he asked.

Violet stopped walking and was taken back by his question. DId she look like she goes on dates?\"

\"No...\"

\"Ah, but you hesitated. So, there is someone.,\" he urged. Violet continued to walk, \"I need to go.\" She ran pass him and Colin watch her run off. He smiled and wondered if she was a good lay.

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Violet ran towards the office despite her head screaming for her to turn back and continue talking to the love of her life. But she had little control over her physical actions as you can see. Still running, she was was little frightened when she felt a hand grab onto her wrist. She was pulled back and stopped. She looked at the owner of the hand and grunted.

Trey tightened his hold around her thin wrist, close to breaking it. Violet squirmed from the pain and begged him to stop.

\"Trey, you\'re hurting me!\" she screamed.

Trey pulled her closer and Violet saw the fury across his face, \"Who were you talking to?\" he asked.

\"It\'s none of your business!\"

\"It is my business! Now who were you talking to?\" Violet refused to say anything despite the pain shooting from her wrist. Angry and frustrated, Trey pulled her aside and tossed her into a classroom. Happy to have her wrist released, Violet massaged it and continued to sit on the floor, where she was thrown. Trey looked down at her and unexpectedly tugged on the ends of her hair.

Violet\'s head flew back, just missing the desk above her head, \"Trey...\"

\"I don\'t like you talking to other guys. They\'ll use you.\"

\"Like you aren\'t!\" she screamed. She rose a hand to her mouth, sorry she said anything. She tried to squirm away, pushing him from her using her good hand. He had probably sprained her other wrist. It was beginning to turn a shade of purple.

\"I do it for your own good!\"

Violet continued to push him away but that angered him more. He reached over and picked her up with both hands. Thankfully she was light. And he placed her on the desk, which was empty except for a stapler and pencils.

Violet continued to struggle, now kicking at him. He tried to redirect his angle because she was close to kicking him where it hurt. Violet opened her mouth to scream but was interrupted by his hand. He leaned over and licked at her ear.

\"Remember what I told you before.\" Violet pictured her father, \"I wasn\'t kidding, Violet. You know I\'d go after him.\"

Violet felt a tear slide down her cheek and she grew angry for letting him make her cry again. \"Now when I take my hand away, you won\'t scream, will you?\" he asked wickedly. She nodded. He took his hand away and looked at her on the table.

He reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, putting them in his pocket.

\"What are you going to do, Trey?\" she asked, fear on her lips.

\"Shut-up! Don\'t speak unless I tell you to.\" Violet bit her lip.

Trey reached over and kissed her on the lips. She turned her head but he yanked it back towards him, holding it there. Then he slid between her, forcing her legs open. Her eyes opened in panic. His lips still on hers, he reached over her head and grabbed a pencil. Violet watched him take the pencil and quickly grew scared.

\"Now, this is a little skinny, but you\'ll get the idea.\" She pressed her legs together but he pulled them apart instantly, his strength too much for her. She began to quiver and he held onto her face as he slowly inserted the pencil, eraser end first, inside her. She squirmed and flinched from the feeling of invasion. It went deeper inside her than his fingers which frightened her. But he did it slowly. It was painful and she wiggled underneath him, not use to the feeling of something so deep inside her. Her head tilted back and a slight feeling of pleasure washed over her body. Trey felt her body buckle and pulled her shirt upward, revealing her perfectly round breasts hiding in captivity within her bra. He reached under her as her back arched upward from the sensation inside her and unhooked it. Instantly, her breasts came free and he lowered his mouth to suck on them. His tongue made circles around her breasts, savoring every inch of her bosom. Violet continued to wiggle on the desk, not sure what to feel. Every sensation felt overwhelming but so wrong.

Still ravaging her breasts, he felt her cum. She exhaled and he released the pencil from within her, tossing it aside.

Violet did not look up, she continued to shut her eyes, afraid to see his face.

He leaned onto her ear, \"Now, let\'s do the real thing.\" Violet opened her eyes and turned her face towards him. She watched him unzip his pants and pull out a condom.

\"Remember, one false move, one scream and your old man gets it. But feel free to moan all you want.\"

Violet felt herself panic.

PLEASE R&R!!! Sorry guys but I wont be able to update that soon so I\'m giving you two chapters until I get the time to make some more. Please don\'t get mad. I will try my best to write!