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Part 1

"What are you doing?!" I shouted in Colin’s ear.
"Just hold still, will you?" Colin replied. He pushed me down on the floor with his weight. “Don’t worry, Pet. I’m not going to do anything bad to you” he smiled a little and slid his hand under my shirt.
“Wah! Stop it!” I cried out. “What do you mean ‘anything bad’?! Trying to molest or rape me isn’t ‘anything bad’?!” I tried to resist, but he had more upper body strength then I did. Colin took a hold of my jaw and forced a kiss. But, before the kiss got too deep I bit his lip and he sprung backward.
With the bottom of his lips bleeding he said, “Heh, I never kissed such soft lips before. It has thorns included too.” He held my head in place with one hand and the other was starting to undo my pants.
I panicked and aimed my knee for his stomach, but I aimed too low and nailed his ‘you know what’. He made an ‘oof’ sound then rolled over in pain.
Now is my chance to run for it, I thought. I stood up quickly and took off, like a crazy monkey looking for bananas. As I pushed the restroom door open I stumbled over and found that I had fallen on a teacher. “Mr. Alvin!” I shouted.
“No need to scream so late in the night,” he said as he was standing up. He eyes widen a bit after he caught sight of my unbutton pants. “What wrong? Are you alright?” he asked and offered his hand to me.
“I-I…” I stopped and heard that the moaning in the boys’ restroom had stop. Now a light sound of tapping footsteps got heavier and louder. I jumped up off the floor and said, “N-nothing sir. Sorry to bother you.” And I ran straight to the dormitory.
Sigh. Maybe going to an all-boys high school is a bad idea. I haven’t even been here all that long… I thought to myself. I wonder why Mr. Alvin was out so late. It’s about 10:30 right now. He must be on patrol… And why in the world was Colin in the boys’ restroom at this time? Hmm, he must be sleepwalking or something
I finally got to my dorm and went in. Only the moonlight shone through the huge window in my room. I didn’t have any roommates and I had a giant dorm room to myself. I guess my parents really didn’t want me at home. It’s lonely in here though. I sat in my bed and I couldn’t sleep.
Knock knock. I jumped in surprise. I wonder who it was that would come so late at night. It must be Mr. Alvin. He’d probably come to see how I was doing. I came closer to the door and asked, “Who is it?”
The voice whispered, “It’s me.” I couldn’t make out whose voice it was, but I assumed it was Mr. Alvin. I opened the door half way and I was sadly mistaken.
Colin burst in and locked the door behind him. “Well, we meet again.” He said in a calm and scary voice. He pushed me down to my bed and started picking at my clothing.
“Stop it!” I yelled loudly.



Part 2 coming soon.
©2008-2009 ~yaoi-is-everywhere
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:iconstormmoon:
WHAT!!!
that's all you have??!!!???
WRITE!!!NOW!!!

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Tranquility: the space between one heart beat and the next
Infinity: the relapse between one broken promise and the next
Divinity: the hollow emptiness between one red tear and the next


Don’t cut. Not class, not flesh. It’s stupid.
:iconyaoi-is-everywhere:
LOL... I just got this account a few days ago... Don't hurt me... lol...
:iconlivebleeddie:
GAH! so freakin awesome! Must right more! plz!? OMG! so freakin awesome! :heart: instant fav.! plz write more! *dies*.

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"Some people live their lives while others just survive, I chose to live my life so I struggle and strive, Walk another mile and I stile simle" -Jester, Short Stories, Live My Life.
:iconstormmoon:
Well hurry!!!
The worls isn't made of time pieces you know!!!
Hurry!!!





oh an i won't
not every one on DA is so demanding, it's just so good:heart:




tis the poet who can make the inisent bystander cry.

--
Tranquility: the space between one heart beat and the next
Infinity: the relapse between one broken promise and the next
Divinity: the hollow emptiness between one red tear and the next


Don’t cut. Not class, not flesh. It’s stupid.
:icontundrawolf1122:
I loved it and you should contiue that was great
:iconhaanyaan:
Whaaaaaaaaaat?! What in hells name are you doing?! WRITE SOME MORE, NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am the one you want... you cannot escape me.

~The Fallen One†
:iconyaoi-is-everywhere:
Ha ha... thank you!!! I'll try... :D
:iconyaoi-is-everywhere:
ok... I will...^^ Thanks...
:iconstormmoon:
Hooray!!!

--
Tranquility: the space between one heart beat and the next
Infinity: the relapse between one broken promise and the next
Divinity: the hollow emptiness between one red tear and the next


Don’t cut. Not class, not flesh. It’s stupid.

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