I liked both movies. Sure, romance, though it was kinda sweet too, but the kids both made the same fucking mistake and it angers me. Meaning not as much mushyness coming from me. "Alright, see ya guys later, Ima go see what the counselors want." I simply said, waving off to them as I went into Charlie's room. I noticed that there now was a door to go into this thing, hidden well too.

I opened the hatch, climbed down the ladder, and then shut the hatch. I turned around and wiggled my way out, once I was done I patted myself down a bit. Although it wasn't that dark, it was dark enough to consider it as early evening. I went over to the water fountain, sitting down. I waited for the bitch to try and prove me wrong about for thirty minutes before she showed up with a guy counselor.

"Now Alexis, I want you to be calm during this whole thing until you absolutely have to back out." "Uhm... okay?" I said, puzzled, looking at the guy. He was about in his early thirties, I'd think, waayy taller than me, and he was giving me a really creepy look and feeling. My body was already telling me to go away, but I wanted to see what the hell they had planned. He leans down to me, and I realize this guy has a huge smirk on his face.

"So Alexis, what do you think of me?" I think you should respect fucking boundaries you son of a bitch. I wanted to say, but I just stared at him, not knowing what expression was on my own face. He smirked wider, pointing at his shirt, "Ah, I see.. you wanna see what's under this?" I then realized I was staring at his shirt.

"I- Nonononononono- No thanks, really- you don't need to-" I chuckled nervously, getting more uncomfortable by the minute. He already took it off, and sure he had abs, but was I fucking into them? No. "Like what you see?" "No sir."

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"You sure? You seem to be impressed." He smiled, bending down to me. Then, he literally grabbed my left tit, "If you get to see my chest I get to see yours, sweetheart". All of my anger couldn't take it no longer. I didn't remember much after that until I was done. And when I was done?

Ohoho, that shit show got reeeaalll ugly. I was clutching some of his hair, blood was on the side of the fountain, in the water, flowing from the guy's head, and on my own hands. Seemed something was wrong with his face too. I connected all the dots and had realized I had just bashed the guy's face into the side of the fountain. "Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." I growled, before storming off.