*Warning- there will be rape in this, I will warn you so you skip over it if you desire. Carry on. Btw, please don't start the song until I say to. I mean, if you want it to make sense*

Sebastian really hoped Jasmine wasn't Dexter's girlfriend. He didn't necessarily know why, but he hoped she wasn't.

"Is there something you want to say?" Jasmine said looking straight at me, raising a dark eyebrow. I jolted in my seat, eyes widening.

"What?" I croaked. She huffed and rolled hazel eyes.

"Why were you staring at me?" She asked eyes burning into mine. I looked away uncomfortably, twiddling my thumbs and silently cursing Sophia for painting them sky blue. She knew I like navy.

"Just thinking," I said quietly, looking down at the worksheet the teacher gave us. She sorta reminded me of Umbridge. If she were older. Like, elderly older.

"Don't blow anything up, Mussise." A guy said with fiery red hair and a letter men's jacket said passing by her desk.

"Better hope I don't blow up your house then a*shole." She said not looking up from her paper. The boy wrinkled his nose in distaste. I felt my eyebrows knit together in confusion. After debating it for a minute, I lightly tapped her shoulder with the eraser of my pencil. She looked at me with a blank face.

"What?" She said in a monotone voice.

"What's a..... mussie?" I lowered my already quiet voice. She looked surprised for a second before that disappeared.

"It's an offensive word to Muslims." She said quietly. My eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Are you Muslim?"

"My mom is. My dad is middle eastern."
"Do you wear a hijab?"
"I don't want to wear it. My sister loves it, for some reason. I just think it's annoying." "Oh," I said.

She reminds of Jasmine from Aladin.

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"Outta the way freak," Ottis said shoving me forward in front of the teacher's desk. Dexter rolled his eyes and inhaled deeply, but didn't say anything. He put the worksheet on Mrs. Lettermen's desk before moving to sit in his seat

In the middle of the classroom.

In the middle of the football heads.

F*ck me.

"Do you shower?" Jordan, the "cool" guy said from behind me. I didn't say anything, just drummed my black painted nails on my desk.

"Hey," Max said from next to me, smacking my arm. I looked at his cold blue eyes. He would actually be kinda cute if he wasn't such a douche. I tried to keep my face void of any emotion. "Jordan asked you a question." I internally rolled my eyes and turned around in my chair to make eye contact with Jordan.

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth.

Another hit at my arm, more gentle this time caught my attention to the front of me. I turned around once again to see pale blue eyes staring back at me. I gulped.

"I need to talk to you after class. Boys bathroom in the east wing." Jay said not looking anywhere else aside from my face. The east wing bathroom is so broken, no one even goes near there.

I inhaled sharply, knowing what was going to happen.

"Okay," I said, exhaling.

30 minutes later, the bell rang. My heart jumped to my throat. The class quickly emptied. I knew 3rd period was Mrs. Lettermen's free period. I slowly stood up and slowly got my stuff taking my time. However, much to my distaste, I got to the bathroom much quicker than I thought. I sighed and opened the door. Jay stood there, leaning against a stall door. I stood by the door and pressed my binder against my upper stomach. Trying to keep the orange I got from Jasmine down.

"Hi." I mumbled. I heard him slowly approach me. I wanted to run out the door and kick someone like it was black Friday at hot topic.

"Not excited to see me?" He whispered huskily into my ear. I lifted my head up to look him in the eye.

"I don't... I don't want to do this anymore." I whispered back. He raised his eyebrows.

"I thought we already went over this," He said sighing. He then took my chin between his thumb and index finger to make me look him the eye. "You don't want them to know you're a little fag do you?" Unknowingly to him, I curled my fingers under my binder, so tight to the point they turned numb.

"No." I said voice somber. Jay smiled slightly and shoved me against the wall. I inhaled deeply when I felt him lightly kiss along my jawline. I want out, I need out.

I felt his hand snake down my stomach, towards my pants. The orange was starting to rise up.

"Please," I said quietly, tears threatening to come falling like a broken dam. "Stop." He paused for a minute before he smirked.

"It's apart of the agreement. Don't want the whole school to know you're a fag right? I'm doing you a favor. Just deal with it."

How the hell can I deal with it?

***Rape starting***

I felt his hand slip into my pants. I want to disappear off the face of the Earth.

(Okay so lil pause. I don't have a problem with other words for a ding-ding, but other people might if I say it for what it is. So. I'm just gonna say member for the people who don't like anything else. K that's it. Carry on~)

He started palming me through my underwear. His face never leaving from the crook of my neck where he was leaving heavy kisses. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing it was over already. He dragged me to a stall, leaving the door open, because, who's gonna see?

My pants and boxers were already down. He pushed 2 fingers into my mouth harshly. I sucked, wanting to get this over with. He bends me over, one hand holding my hip to keep me steady, the other, already entering.

I grunted out of pain and closed my eyes, my vision getting blurry from the salty tears. After a while, he said I was "lubed up enough," And sat on the toilet, throwing me in his lap, facing him. He put my arms around his shoulders and slowly rose his hips to enter me. I gasped and so did he, letting out a soft "F*uck." I let my head drop onto his shoulder as he kept thrusting, moving my whole body each one. I focused on a broken tile as this happened, tears quickly falling out of my eyes and landing on the crack.

I hate this.

****Rape ends****

Dexter stared at the ceiling. Jay had left an hour ago, leaving the high schooler by himself in the bathroom. Dexter sniffed and ran his hands over his face before shakily getting up and trudging to the mirror. His eyes were slightly pink and puffy, blond hair was sticking up in every other direction. His lips were swollen.

My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at the mess I am. I slowly slide down, holding onto the sink before letting go completely and curling into the ball beneath it. My phone and earbuds came tumbling out of my sweatshirt onto the cracked and broken tile next to me. I looked up from the sound. I just stuffed the earbuds in my ears and let the son that was already playing, continue.

*Start song*

{Cut by Plum}

I'm not a stranger

No, I am yours

With crippled anger

And tears that still drip sore

A fragile flame aged

With misery

And when our eyes meet

I know you'll see

I do not want to be afraid

I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in

I'm tired of feeling so numb

Releif exists I find it when

I am cut.