Bully With Benefits

It had been weeks Weeks of being bullied, talked down, and, harrassed by Amara. I should have known. I had heard the whispers in the halls, heard about the things she had done to people. Beating them up, spanking them in front of the whole class, and ruining peoples lunch by spitting in their food. But I was hoping I could just fade into the background. That was wishful. thinking. Now here i was, walking through the hall with my head down trying not to draw too much attention to myself. Heeeyyy, look what the cat dragged in. * swallowed hard as I hear her voice, her favorite black boots clicking on the floor.* Come with me. I wanna talk to you. She grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me to the janitors closet. Amara shut and locked the door behind us, our bodies pressed together in the cramped space. She reached up and pulled the string on the light and casting us in a dimb orange glow. Her eyes glanced down as i followed her gaze to to my hands, which were firmly squeezing her breasts. My eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, a deep blush coating my face as I jumped back, slambing my head into a shelf full of cleaning products, some falling with a loud thud. Amara's laughter cut through the small room. Listen nerd. I've been thinking about something. She placed her hand under my chin, yanking my head up to meet her gaze. She leans in her lips inches from mine. I think we should expand our relationship a little. Her tongue darts out to trace my bottom lip. What do you think puppy? She asks the question but i know in my heart that i dont have a choice. Well...we both know you don't really have a choice in this matter. Called it.