Four Doors Down(6)

“Well, if it isn’t little Miss McKenzie. Not often we see you here this early.”

I glance down at his right hand. Who on earth does he think he’s touching?

“Yeah, well, I’m actually late so…” I shrug out of his hold and turn to walk away. He grabs me before I can get away and pulls me in closer to his side. His massive right hand is dangerously close to my right breast.

I look up at him. “Seriously, I’m late.”

“Oh, come on, Becca, just chill with us for a minute.”

“Hey, let her go, Wilson,” Ryan pipes up.

“Oh, come on, Jackson. Why is it only you that gets to mess with Becca? I bet I’d know how to lighten her up,” he says grinning arrogantly while his massive paw drops down and actually rubs my right breast. Deliberately.

“Fuck off,” I say in shock. I cannot believe he just did that! I push him away in disgust. “Don’t touch me.”

He just laughs and holds his hands up. “Hey, relax, I won’t touch you.” He pauses while I just glare at him with anger. “But what about if I touch your stuff?” He lifts his right hand in the air and smacks it down against the book and papers in my hands. I watch as they all fall to the ground around me.

I’m mortified. Not only have I just been groped, but now I’m being publicly humiliated too. I kneel down to collect my stuff and too late do I realize that the loose fitting V-neck shirt I’m wearing is gaping forward as I lean over, and I’m giving them all a great shot of my chest. I lift the shirt to my chest, stopping it from dropping down, and Kevin starts to laugh and I know he saw straight down my top.

“Hey, Becca.” I look up, which is a mistake because he’s standing directly in front of me and his crotch is level with my face as he points his finger to his groin. “While you’re down there, early morning blow job?” he asks, laughing down at me, and then he actually thrusts his groin in my direction.

I try to swallow down the lump that forms in my throat and see him stagger backward after someone gives him a violent push. I’m guessing it must be Ryan because the next minute he’s kneeling down next to me and helping me to collect my stuff.

“I don’t need your f*cking help, Ryan,” I spit at him. He pauses immediately, and I grab my stuff from him and finish picking up the last few things.

Okay, so I know I make out like I’m a strong, independent, don’t-give-a-crap woman, but this is horrible. I mean, these guys are really intimidating and now they’re all just watching me crawl around on the floor, publically humiliated. The worst part is that I’m upset, and I’m angry with myself for letting them get to me.

I stand up and turn back to Kevin, who is still grinning at me like he just did the funniest thing in the world. I glance around quickly, but no one else is laughing. In fact, most of the guys look pretty wary and are glancing over at Ryan. I refuse to look at Ryan; this is his fault. If he didn’t treat me like crap, then no one else would think they could either.

I shoot Kevin a murderous look and turn to walk around him.

Actually, forget that.

I turn back to Kevin, who is smiling at me smugly, clearly very pleased with himself. I take a step closer and then kick my right knee up with all my strength straight into his groin.

He drops to the ground like a stone. He’s in so much pain he’s not even able to speak. He just lays there moaning in pain while holding what I’m sure is his tiny penis. There are shocked gasps from the guys watching.

I look down at him. “Touch me or my stuff again and I’ll castrate you.”

I turn on my heel and walk into school to the sound of his friends laughing loudly behind me.





It’s finally Friday night, there’s no school for two days, and I’m standing at the back of the room in a house that I’ve never been to before, staring at the bottle of tequila in my hand. I must admit the first few sips burnt the back of my throat, but now I like it, now it actually tastes good. I’m not much of a drinker but Charlie handed me this bottle when I turned up at the party, and I must admit it’s doing wonders for my confidence. Usually, I’d be standing here on my own feeling self-conscious that Charlie is nowhere to be found. I came with Sam, but her parents are so strict she barely gets a chance to see Chris on her own, and I don’t want to bug them. But instead of feeling awkward and alone, I’m casually surveying the scene and taking in what I see.

The door opens and Ryan Jackson walks in with Jake.

What the hell? Are you serious? The reason I avoid all McAllister parties is because I don’t want to see people I know from school, and here I am at a Madison party and in walks my arch nemesis and his best friend. Okay, so I know I get along with Jake, but still, I’m adding to the effect.

I watch them as they make their way through the room. A girl with red hair lets out a squeal when she sees them and makes a beeline for Ryan, hugging him tightly when she gets close.

Geez, get a grip.

Ryan looks up and our eyes meet. Surprise crosses his face, but he quickly recovers. I must be drunk because I don’t turn away instantly and watch as he nudges Jake and nods in my direction. A grin spreads across Jake’s face and they both start walking toward me.

Shit. Too late do I realize that now I’m actually going to have to talk to them. So, of course, I do the only sensible thing I can think of and turn my back to them like I haven’t seen them at all.