Page 51 of Boots & Scars

Zach led me down a hallway, his grip on my hand tight. I stumbled after him, my head spinning. I didn't feel right. The alcohol was making me feel disconnected from my body, like I was floating outside of myself.

"Was there anything in that drink that wasn't alcohol?" I asked, my words slurring together. "Because I've read about how alcohol affects the body. I had to because Cooper was so drunk Friday, and I wanted to make sure he was okay. But I know that it's not supposed to disconnect my mind from my body. I mean, I know it makes you feel lots of things, but I don't... I don't think it's supposed to be like this."

Zach didn't respond. He just kept pulling me down the hallway until we reached a room. He pushed open the door and led me inside.

The room was small and dimly lit. There was a bed in the corner, and Zach led me over to it. He gently pushed me down onto the mattress, and I sank into the softness.

"Now," he said, his voice low and husky. "If I'm going to win the pool, I need to get you out of these clothes."

"W-what?" I asked, trying to sit up. But my body felt heavy, like it was made of lead.

Zach put a hand on my chest and pushed me back down. "I swear, virgins are so fucking difficult to deal with," he muttered. "But fuck it, I need that crown or Robby won't shut up about it. You're the last one I need."

"Wait, what... what are you talking about?" I asked, my mind racing.

"Will you shut up?" Zach snapped. "Fuck. I can't get my dick hard if you keep talking."

I tried to sit up again, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare.

"Zach, stop," I said, my voice trembling. "I don't want to do this."

But Zach didn't listen. He tugged at my dress, his fingers fumbling with the fabric.

"No," I said, more forcefully this time. "I don't want to do this. You're not supposed to do this when you care about someone."

Zach froze, his hand still on my dress. He looked at me, his eyes narrowed.

"Care about you?" he asked, starting to laugh. "You think I care about you? You're just a girl pretty enough to fuck. The guys here do a virgin pool every year, and we divvy up prizes at spring break. You're the last one I need, and I win the pool."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He didn't care about me? I was just a girl pretty enough to... I couldn't even finish the thought. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening.

I felt numb. I didn't understand. He flirted with me. He invited me out. Why else would he do that?

"Now," he said, his voice low. "Stop struggling. It'll feel better if you just shut up."

"This isn't how... this isn't how it's supposed to be," I said. My voice was barely above a whisper.

He reached underneath my dress and ripped at my underwear. I froze. Everything inside of me wanted to fight back, but I couldn't. It was like my body wouldn't listen to my mind... or maybe it was the alcohol or whatever else.

"Please," I said. "You... you were my first kiss. This isn't how it's supposed to..."

"Oh, shut up," he said, putting his hand over my mouth. He pulled his cock out of his jeans. "Now, just... fuck... you're not even wet." He pawed at my cunt.

Without warning, he shoved himself inside of me and it felt like he was tearing me in two. I wanted to fight, to push him off, but it was too much and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even talk.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want this to be happening. But it was, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I felt tears streaming down my face as he continued to thrust into me. I wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but his hand was still over my mouth, muffling my cries.

I didn't know how long it lasted. It felt like an eternity. When it was finally over, he pulled out of me and emptied himself in a tissue. When he finished, he zipped up his jeans, looking down at me, his eyes cold and empty.

"You're not even worth the prize," he said, turning and walking out of the room.

I lay there, my body aching and my mind reeling. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to process what had just happened. He was supposed to…to like me. But that wasn’t how you treated someone, whether you liked them or not.

I knew that much.

I pulled myself up, my legs shaking as I stood. I stumbled out of the room, my eyes blurry with tears. I had to get out of there. I had to get away from him. From this place.

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