Ronnie's point of view:In Derek's room, I could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere was so quiet that my loud breathing and the squeaking of the bed seemed to be the only sounds in the room. Derek was lying on the bed, staring up at me as I straddled his body. My hands were wrapped tightly around his neck, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. Derek grinned up at me, his teeth showing in a mischievous smile. I was threatening him, demanding that he hand over my panties. "Hand over my panties or I'll fucking kill you," I warned him. Derek replied coolly, "I told you, I don't have them." Frustrated, I increased the pressure on his neck and glared at him with hard, set eyes. "You wanna die? I know you're with them. Perhaps you don't like breathing." But Derek found it all amusing. "I'd rather be strangled by my sister than another woman," he quipped. "You're unbelievable," I spat at him, disgusted by his perverted behavior. Derek continued to push my buttons. "You'r
Derek's point of view:I leaned on my motorbike, laughing and chattering with my friends. We were in the parking lot, just hanging out after school. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and we were all in a good mood.I have to admit, I was pretty popular at school. My friends were all cool, and we were always invited to the best parties. People always wanted to be around us, and I loved it.One of my friends, Mike, was organizing a party on his father's yacht. He invited me along, saying there would be lots of girls there. I was interested, but I had second thoughts. It was going to be an all-nighter, and I couldn't imagine leaving Ronnie all by herself at home.Besides, I still had plans on taking Ronnie out for the movies. It was just going to be a harmless date, but I didn't want to disappoint her.Suddenly, I saw Meg. She was standing a little further ahead, beckoning to me. I excused myself from my friends and went over to her.I understood why she didn't come any
Ronnie's point of view:"Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend!" I heard Derek yell from behind me. I couldn't believe it. Derek had called me his girlfriend. My heart fluttered at the thought, but my mind was still reeling from the situation at handGolden boy slowly glanced over his shoulder, my ripped uniform in his hand. He stared at Derek, raising an eyebrow.Derek's furious looks burned holes into me as he watched me in the hands of Golden boy's gang. "Let her go," he said through gritted teeth."Huh?" Golden boy's eyes were bored as he took in Derek. "Girlfriend? Who the fuck are you?"One of Golden boy's squad came forward and whispered in his ear. "That's Derek Diamond. He's Desmond Diamond's only son."Golden boy wrinkled his nose. "Huh, Derek Diamond? Never heard of him."His squad looked surprised. "Well, he's a first year, but he's quite popular."Unimpressed, Golden boy turned to face Derek. "I'm Golden boy, first year," he announced. "Come closer let me see your f
Ronnie's point of view:I remember the day vividly, I was just eight years old and walking home from school when four boys started to follow me. They were bigger and stronger than me, and I knew immediately that they were going to bully me.The biggest boy amongst them, whose name I can't even remember, seized my Barbie doll from me and taunted me. I was so frightened that I backed away like a trapped rabbit in the corner.I whimpered, "Give it back," but they just laughed at me. The biggest boy started ripping off the hair off my Barbie doll.I shed tears watching them destroy my doll, and I tried to reach out for it, but the other three boys hit me.I shouted for help, but we were at the back of the kiddies playing ground, and the teachers weren't in sight. It was just me and my bullies.I was almost giving up when someone came to my rescue. He yelled, charging after the biggest boy with his raised fist.Little Derek hit the biggest boy down between his legs. The boy knocked h
Ronnie's point of view:Stunned and embarrassed, I quickly stopped what I was doing. I stood still in the shower, frozen with fear at the thought of being discovered. My heart started racing, and I shouted, "What are you doing, you creep?!" I couldn't believe Derek was intruding on my privacy, again.Suddenly, Derek shot out his hand with a towel. "Hey, chillax," he said. "You forgot your towel," and he dropped it on the sink near the door and shut it. I let out a sigh of relief. I had forgotten my towel, and Derek must have seen me going to the bathroom without one and was thoughtful enough to bring me a towel.But then I cursed myself. I had been so distracted that I had forgotten something as basic as a towel. And then I felt dirty. I had been masturbating to Derek, and now I felt ashamed of myself.I pulled at my hair, cursing myself for getting carried away. Why did I do that? Was I that obsessed with him? What if he had caught me? What would he think of me?But at the sam
Derek's point of view:I revved my motorbike as I pulled up in front of Meg's house. It was a modest bungalow with a white picket fence and a well-manicured lawn. I pulled off my helmet and shook my hair loose in the air, feeling the wind blowing against my face. I saw Meg's figure poking through the window, waving and smiling at me. "You came," she said, looking happy like a kid on Christmas. "Hold up. I'm heading down right now." I made a tch sound. I wasn't thrilled to be here, but I had to do it. I owed her this date. I waited as she opened the door. Meg wore a pair of denim shorts and a white crop top, with no bra. Her light makeup elevated her pretty face, and she looked good enough to eat. She pressed a button, and the garage door opened automatically. "You can keep your bike in here. It's safer inside." I drove my bike into the garage and parked it. As I came out, Meg was standing in front of me, and the sexual tension between us was palpable. She curved her lips a
Ronnie's point of view:I stepped inside the room, my hands studying the map on my phone. I was sure I was at the right place. This was definitely Meg's home. I hoped I wasn't prying on Meg. I shouldn't be invading, but the door was left unlocked and I couldn't help but walk right in."Hello, Meg. Are you home?" I called out.Meg came out of her bedroom, wearing a blue robe. She nervously laughed as she approached me. "Heya, what a big surprise this is, Ronnie. What're you doing here?" she asked, her arms opened for a hug."Well, what a way to greet a friend," I replied, relieved to see her.Meg hugged me, laughing. "Sorry, it's just I wasn't expecting you, and I never told you where I lived.""I thought I might surprise you," I said. "I searched your home address from the student's profile and tracked you down here."I sniffed as I stared at Meg for a long time. "Your mouth smells quite funny, Meg," I said. "What did you drink?"Meg stiffened then smiled. "I don't know what you'r
Derek's point of view:How the hell did it come to this? I asked myself, as I lay under Meg's bed, listening to the soft sounds from above. The situation was getting out of hand, and I knew I had to act fast."They're sleeping," I said to myself, thinking this was my chance. But then a hand fell from the bed, creeping towards me, and I stiffened. Suddenly, I heard Meg's voice, and I breathed a sigh of relief."She's sleeping," Meg said in low whispers, and the tension in the room dissipated. The thunderstorm had stopped, and a sense of calm had returned to the room.Slowly, I got out from under the bed and stood up, taking in the scene before me. Meg was lying on the bed with Ronnie's head resting on her chest. Ronnie looked calm and quiet, fast asleep and wouldn't be awake until morning.I watched as Meg carefully held Ronnie's head in place as she slipped out of the bed. She stood before me and motioned me to follow her out of the room.I took one long last look at Ronnie, th