Bad Girls - Jilly

Chapter Two

 

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"Excuse me?" Ms. Myers sounded a little shocked.

"Um…Because he's black," I repeated and my classmates just sorta blinked at me.

"You think they gave the Nobel Peace Prize to the President because he's black?" My social studies teacher looked around the classroom and she didn't seem to get my point. "Would you explain that for us, Jill?"

"Well, he hasn't done anything else to get it," I said slowly. "Personally, you know. And he's the President, so that means he represents everybody, right? Like he's the United States sorta?"

"Okay," Ms. Myers nodded.

"So giving President Obama the Nobel thing is like giving it to everyone," I smiled at her, thinking it was pretty obvious. "Like we finally grew up, see? As a country, I mean. They're saying we should be proud of ourselves and…I dunno. Something like that."

"I see. Very good, Jill." The woman actually smiled back and then I knew she understood. It wasn't really complicated. "I'm not sure if you're right or not, but it gives us something to talk about…"

Ms. Myers had to explain it to my classmates then and I tuned her out now that I'd done my civic duty and participated in school. I was gonna ace her class anyway, just like I aced all of them, and my mind was mostly busy thinking about other things…Like the party that very night.

Ouch!

I'd gone to bed the night before feeling mostly okay about it, but waking up had been a different story. Nobody knew our plan, of course, that would have ruined everything. So far as anyone would know, it was just another teenage party and I'd be the girl who drank too much and passed out in the bedroom. Sooner or later someone would notice, some boy, and Janey's camcorder would capture six hours on tape before she had to change it.

"I got three tapes!" she giggled softly

"The party isn't gonna last eighteen hours," I whispered.

"It might," Amy shrugged.

"Better safe than sorry," Karen agreed,

"Ryan's parents aren't gonna be home until Monday," Janey told us.

"God!" I rolled my eyes and glanced around the library and caught a couple guys staring at us. They were geeks and looked away quickly, pretending to be more interested in dusty books than pretty girls.

"Just think, Jilly…" Amy leaned close enough that I could feel her braless boobs pressing against my arm, "…after tonight? You're gonna own this school."

"I don't even know what that means," I replied, turning my head to see her eyes and our noses touched, but Amy didn't pull back.

"You're so hot," she sighed, giving my bare thigh a squeeze under the table and then sliding her hand higher, under my skirt.

"Are you stoned?" I asked, smelling Amy's minty breath and feeling my tummy tingle nervously.

I didn't move either, except to spread my legs a little more maybe. Amy's hand felt good as she slid her fingers down, between my thighs and just an inch or two from my panty-clad pussy. Her ripe tits rubbed my arm and her sapphire eyes stared into mine and…

"You wanna go to the bathroom?" Amy barely whispered, licking her pink frosted lips and almost licking mine at the same time.

Our two friends weren't saying anything. Karen and Janey just sat there watching us, sharing soft giggles and little grins.

"Uhhh…What's going on?" I asked all of them, blinking as Amy's fingers found my pussy and she tickled my slit through the thin cotton.

"Go with her," Karen nodded.

"Yeah," Janey said, keeping her voice low as she leaned across the table. "Have some fun, Jilly."

"I wanna suck your clit," Amy breathed and I smiled nervously, feeling warm and knowing my face had to be turning red.

"Oh right!" I laughed, pushing the girl away from me. "I'm already doing it. I'm not gonna chicken out."

"We just wanted to sorta…" Amy shrugged,

"Bribe me?" I squeezed my thighs together, but she'd already pulled her hand away. I kind of missed it.

"…reward you."

"You should have let Karen do it," I said with a grin. "I might have believed her."

"What?" Karen made a face. "Why?"

"We flipped for it," Janey shrugged.

"I lost," Amy said and then realized how that might sound to me. "I mean, I won. You know."

She had it right the first time. Amy would have gone down on me, no doubt about that, and probably made me cum, but she wasn't a lesbian. None of us were. We just fooled around sometimes, but never at school. That seemed a little too weird even for us.

"You really think I'm queer?" Karen asked me and we ignored her.

"I'm gonna do it," I told them. "You guys just have to take care of me. That's all I want."

"Well, yeah." Amy said with a shrug.

"Do I look queer or something?" Karen wondered.

"Don't worry," Janey nodded. "We're all gonna be there, Jilly."

"Is it my shirt?" Karen frowned at her t-shirt, a pink one with a Che Guevara silkscreen across her tits.

"It's your hair," Amy sighed and Janey giggled.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Your shirt too."

"Everybody knows you're a lesbian," Janey said with a shrug. "Sorry, Karen."

She stared at us for a second and we all tried our best to look sympathetic.

"Shut-up!" Karen laughed, finally realizing we were messing with her. "You guys suck."

A while later, Stephen caught up with me in the hallway as I shoved my books into my locker. I had gym class, so I wasn't gonna need anything for that except me.

"Hey, Jill," Stephen said, smiling as he leaned against the lockers. "What's up?"

"The sky?" I asked, giving him little more than a glance.

"Are you going to that party tonight?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Are you?"

"Yeah. Everybody's gonna be there."

"I guess," I shrugged and slammed my locker shut.

"I was, um, wondering if you needed a ride or…anything?"

"Not really," I replied, looking at him then and Stephen was okay for a sophomore. Kind of tall, slender and cute with his short blond hair and blue eyes.

"I can pick you up," he said. "Um…if you want."

"I gotta get to gym class."

"Me too," he nodded and sort of held up a textbook. "English class."

"Have fun," I started walking away.

"But…Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Nah," I smiled at him, walking backwards for a second. "I'll be okay."

"Oh." Stephen looked unhappy. "I guess I'll see you there, huh?"

"Maybe," I shrugged and turned back around and walked right into a big pair of pom-poms.

"Watch out!" Debbie Collins sort of pushed me away with a rustling of purple and gold plastic, or whatever it is they make pom-poms out of.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" Stacy Newman scrunched up her nose like she was looking at a bug. "Idiot."

"Sorry," I frowned, hating myself for being so completely intimidated by those two girls.

They were both seniors. Cheerleaders too, obviously, and Debbie had been the Homecoming Queen. Stacy was the senior class president and they pretty much owned the school, them and their friends. If my friends had been with me it would have been better, I'd have told Debbie to fuck off. Kinda. But being by myself made me something of a coward and I just walked away feeling humiliated for no good reason at all.

You'd think that being the most popular girls in school would make them act a little nicer or something. Like, what did they have to lose? I hoped I didn't act like that when I became a senior, but I probably would. I could even be the Homecoming Queen maybe, except Amy would win that, I thought. I'd end up being one of her handmaidens or whatever, me and Karen both, maybe even Janey. If she ever grew up, I mean. Two years seemed like forever anyway. A lot could happen between then and now, I reminded myself, but at least Debbie would be long gone!

"What are you smiling about?" Janey asked me as she pushed her jeans down her short legs.

Since she had the body of a twelve-year-old, and that's being generous, Janey couldn't wear normal clothes. I mean, she had to shop the children's department at Sears or something, so her jeans had little flowers on the pockets and stuff like that. We'd go to the cool stores at the mall, but even the seriously petite outfits didn't fit her. Poor Janey.

"Nothing," I said, losing my smile just so she wouldn't think I was teasing her.

"You're wearing a thong?" Karen giggled as she got dressed on the other side of Janey.

"So? What's wrong with that?" Janey asked her with a frown.

"Nothing," Karen said innocently, but she shared a look with me and I just shrugged.

It did seem sort of strange seeing a little girl wearing a bright red thong. Janey didn't have any boobs, just small dark nipples and a flat chest. No hips either, but sort of a nice ass, and I couldn't help but check Janey out. Everybody checked her out, just because you don't see a lot of cute preteen sixteen-year-old girls getting naked, you know? I wondered what it would be like watching her get gangbanged by half the boys in school.

Probably it wouldn't happen, unless the boys were really drunk, and that's why I had to do it for her. Maybe. God! The school day was almost over and we planned on getting to the party early. Time seemed to be going way too fast and I wanted more time to think about it. More time to change my mind. I had to be crazy letting my friends talk me into this. It wasn't even my fantasy! Amy had gotten mine and Mr. Sands was going to fuck her and I'd have to listen to her tell us all about how big his dick is or whatever.

I wanted to change my mind.

"Too late for that!" Amy laughed and then shushed me as she led me up the stairs.

"Where's Karen and Janey?" I wondered. "I thought you said they were gonna be here."

"They are," Amy whispered. "Just hurry up."

"Why are we whispering?" I'd felt confused as soon as we'd walked through the door. "Oh! Wait! You didn't tell Ryan?"

"Do you really want us to?" Amy asked and I just frowned.

I didn't know what I wanted anymore. We were at this guy's house, this senior, Ryan, and sneaking up the stairs so I could pass out in one of the bedrooms. I'd sorta figured he'd want to know if a sixteen-year-old girl was gonna get gangbanged at his party. Leave it to my three friends to keep it all a secret and yeah, maybe I was kind of happy about that. Being asleep would be the only excuse I had for what we were doing and the less who knew the truth, the better!

"What took you guys so long?" Karen complained, standing in the middle of what had to be the master bedroom.

"Yeah! The party already started," Janey said, but that was a complete overstatement.

"Right!" I rolled my eyes and looked around.

"Nobody's here yet," Amy waved Janey off. "It's not even seven o'clock."

"It's seven-thirty," Karen said, looking pointedly at her watch.

"So? It's not even eight yet," Amy shrugged. "Where'd you guys put the camera?"

"Up there," Janey pointed at a high-boy, one of those big dressers, you know?

This one had sort of an antique design so it looked like the top was sloped, like a roof sorta, except it wasn't. The top was actually flat and the camcorder peeked down at the bed through a circular gap in the decorative wood. I couldn't even see the camera at first as it was hidden pretty good in the shadows.

"Is it pointed at the bed?" I wondered. "I mean, does it work?"

"Of course!" Janey made a face. "It's perfect. It's even kinda zoomed in, just a little. As long as they don't roll you off the bed or anything…"

"They better not!" I frowned.

"They won't!" Karen giggled.

"We're gonna make sure," Amy promised, for like the millionth time. "Where's those pills?"

"Right here," Karen said, picking her purse up from the bed. "How many do you want? Five or six?"

"I thought four was good?" I replied.

"Six!" Janey said.

"Yeah," Amy agreed. "We wanna be sure, right?"

"Sure of what?" I stared at her. "I don't wanna be in a coma!"

"Did you bring condoms?" Janey asked Amy.

"Here…" Karen opened the orange pill bottle, "…take six."

"Uhhhh…" Amy shrugged.

"You didn't get any?" I asked, watching as Karen tapped out a bunch of pills into my hand.

"I did," Karen told me.

"I forgot," Amy said. "Hey! I was picking you up anyway, remember?"

"What's that got to do with it?" I snorted. "There's seven pills here."

"Is there?" Karen giggled. "Sorry."

"Don't worry," Janey said. "You got two big boxes anyway."

"Great," I sighed, glancing at the nightstand and there were two boxes, 48 condoms, and that number made me feel kinda numb all of a sudden.

Forty-eight guys were gonna fuck me? No way! That sounded insane, even though it's exactly what we'd been planning ever since drawing fantasies out of the hat…er, trash can, I mean. Whatever. I couldn't let fifty guys have sex with me in one night! Could I?

"I'm not gonna walk for a week!" I said out loud and my friends just grinned at me.

"Awesome!" Karen said.

"At least a week!" Amy agreed.

"You can watch the video while you recover!" Janey giggled.

The whole thing had seemed so abstract before. Like a…well, like a fantasy. It couldn't really happen. I'd been in denial or something, but now I was standing there. I had the pills in my hand. The video camera was set up and already recording. I could hear the music rising through the floor beneath us and I wiggled my bare toes nervously in the thick brown carpet. Who the hell has brown carpet in a bedroom? It was a nice place though.

The bed was king sized, large enough for all four of us to sleep on, and made up with crisp white sheets and a yellow comforter. The walls were covered with fancy gold and red wallpaper, the windows covered with white lace and maroon curtains. There was a big mirror above the headboard and I wondered if Janey had gotten that in the video frame as well. Probably, I decided, since it would reflect whatever was happening on the bed. A nice bedroom, warm and soft, friendly even, and decorated with photos of people I didn't know.

"What am I doing here?" I asked nobody in particular.

"Taking your pills," Karen said and I hadn't realized that she'd gone into the master bath to get me a glass of water.

"Are we gonna undress her?" Amy wondered.

"Let the boys do it," Janey said, talking like I wasn't even standing in front of her.

"Good idea," Amy giggled. "Take your pills, Jilly."

"Here…" Karen pushed the glass into my hand. "Bottoms up!"

"But…" I looked at my three best friends and they looked right back at me, smiling and nodding.

I remembered my mom and how I'd always said that if they jumped off a bridge, I'd be right behind them…So why was I jumping first? I hadn't planned on that! Was I jumping alone? It felt like it and I swallowed the pills as quickly as I could, two at a time with a mouthful of tepid water. If I wasted a second, I knew I'd change my mind and I didn't want to. I mean, I really didn't want to do this sleeping gangbang thing, but more than that…I really didn't want to let them down, you know?

"How long does it take?" I wondered, fluffing a pillow and getting comfortable on the bed.

"I dunno," Karen shrugged. "Like half an hour maybe."

"Hmmm…" I looked down at myself and all I'd worn was a blue halter top and a white skirt, not a really short one, but short enough. I had panties on underneath, baby blue ones like my top.

"You okay?" Amy asked me, standing next to the bed like she was visiting a sick friend.

"No," I said softly. "Don't lose my purse."

"I won't," she said with a smile.

"And don't let anyone steal my shoes," I told her, just because Ryan was making everyone take off their shoes by the front door. That would change later probably.

"Relax!" Karen giggled.

"Are you tired yet?" Janey wondered and I shook my head.

"Not really," I said. "You don't think it's gonna be weird having two boxes of condoms next to the bed?"

"You want us to hide them?" Amy asked with a laugh and I shook my head.

"You guys are gonna watch, right?" I bit my bottom lip. "Make sure they use…"

"Just close your eyes," Karen said. "Count sheep or something."

"Hmph!" I almost smiled. "One…Two…There's three of you…"

"Maybe she needs a drink," Amy suggested.

"Like what?" Janey asked.

"Yeah," I stared at the girl. "Like what?"

"Like, I dunno…vodka or something," Amy shrugged. "I saw some downstairs."

"I'm not gonna drink vodka!" I said. "No way!"

"Just give the pills time to work," Karen said. "It's only been a couple minutes."

"How about beer?" Janey suggested.

"How about if you shut-up?" I frowned at her.

"Sorry!" She frowned back.

"Don't have to get all mad," Amy said unhappily and Janey nodded. "We're just trying to help."

"Yeah," I closed my eyes. "Thanks."

I wasn't ever gonna fall asleep. I was too nervous, too frightened maybe. How could anyone sleep when she knew there were monsters under the bed? Like, way under the bed, downstairs, drinking and laughing and telling stupid teenager jokes and stories and looking for a girl who's too stupid or drunk to say no…or just passed out? Monsters. Sixteen and seventeen-year-old boys. The worst kind. Like running from bears except my feet didn't work and that was okay, I thought, because I was sleeping.

But part of me knew it wasn't okay, because I was really sleeping.

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"Ummmm…" I sighed lazily and moved my head, shaking it slightly against something soft and vaguely itchy.

My fingers felt it too and I didn't want to open my eyes. The rest of my body was waking up, but only slowly. My fingers first and I scratched lightly with my right hand. Itchy, but soft and warm and…

"Ouch."

I winced and my head hurt, but my legs hurt even more. My thighs and my…tummy? Yeah. No. My pussy.

"Ouch." I winced again and the sun was shining. That hurt too and I felt cold and I pulled a sheet over me, except I was dressed and when I pulled my knees up, curling on my side, my butt hurt too. What?

"Ow! Fuck!"

And then I remembered and I sat up like a Jack-in-the-box. Sproing!

Teddy bears. Janey's bedroom. I swallowed hard and going to sleep in one room, one house, and waking up in another seemed kind of scary. I didn't remember leaving Ryan's house at all. I didn't remember anything except taking the pills. I was still dressed, just as I'd been the night before. Night? Day. Morning now. I blinked at the sun streaming through the yellow lace of Janey's curtains. Did anything happen last night?

Oh yeah. I swallowed hard and my body ached. My pussy throbbed with a dull, cramp-like sensation and my butt felt…squishy? Ugh! And sore and like I had diarrhea or something, except that sounds really gross and I knew I didn't have the runs. I was squishy with something else.

And about that time I became aware of the taste in my mouth. Ripe and bitter-sweet, salty and…Oh! It felt like I'd used a bottle of glue for mouthwash. Like that thick, nasty phlegm you get sometimes with the flu or whatever and my mouth felt so dry I couldn't have spit even if I hadn't been in Janey's bedroom. They'd cum in my mouth! In my hair too? My face seemed clean and I was dressed, like I said – I even had my socks on – but my scalp itched and I scratched my hair, feeling it stiff and matted. They'd cum in my hair and the stuff had dried and now it flaked off like the worst, most disgusting dandruff ever!

"And who are you?" I asked, because all of that had taken maybe three seconds.

I might have been sore, and a little slow at first, but I was suddenly wide awake and someone in a forest green sweater and blue jeans lay on the bed right beside me. I'd been curled up next to him. Him? Definitely a him. That's what I'd felt, his itchy sweater against my face, under my fingers, and now I shook the boy, wanting to know why he'd be in Janey's bed with me.

"Huh? Hmmm…"

"Wake up!" I told him and then blinked. "Stephen?"

"Hey," he smiled, blinking his blue eyes and rolling onto his back with a little stretch.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, meaning what were we doing there.

"I was sleeping," he scratched his short blond hair and made a face, tugging his sweater into place and making the bed bounce.

"Why? Where's Janey? How did I get here? What are you doing here?"

"Huh?" Stephen gave me a little shrug and started to get up. "I need a bathroom."

"After me," I told him because as soon as he'd said that I realized that I really needed to pee!

I used the toilet first and then undressed completely. Stephen could use the bathroom downstairs or the bushes or something. I didn't really care and what was he doing at Janey's house anyway? Sleeping in her bed with me? Both of us fully dressed? I mean, I was kind of glad, you know, but none of it made much sense.

Someone had cleaned me up. Sort of. My three best friends probably. I mean, my body had been cleaned up, the outside at least, but I guess they couldn't really wash my hair or anything. It looked as gross as it felt too. Like clumpy with semen and sticking to the back of my neck. My boobs were sore. I had hickeys on my tits and my nipples looked fat and puffy and they were tender when I touched them, dark and bruised and…

"God, please…I'm sorry for everything I ever did. Everything I never did. Everything I should have done, but didn't. Just don't do this to me, okay? Please? Hello? Anybody there?…Oh, man!"

My pussy looked like somebody else's, not mine. My pussy lips weren't that big and these ones were thick and pulled out and loose and wet. Kinda. Yeah. Wet and gooey and I shook my head, touching myself tentatively with a hard swallow and my friends couldn't have cleaned me inside. Not like all the way up there, you know? They'd wiped me off, cleaned me up as much as they could, gotten me dressed and brought me to Janey's house. Okay. I could figure all that out, but my pussy…God!

I made a face and pushed my finger inside my pussy and I felt hot and wet and not very small at all. That wasn't girl cum. It couldn't be and I left my finger in there for a moment, wriggling it around and wincing. My pussy didn't really hurt, it just felt…weird. Like bigger somehow. Stretched and greasy and when I pulled my finger out it was covered with a milky glaze and I knew it wasn't mine. I mean, it was now, but that stuff had been a gift. I had to be crazy. A gift? Uh-uh. No way. What happened to the condoms? Where were my friends? Why was my pussy full of boy cum? And my butt? I felt around my butthole and it felt raw and puffy, swollen and turned inside out and I didn't have to stick my finger in my ass to know what was in there.

"Fuck!" I'd been fucked in the butt too?

I spent a long time sitting on the toilet trying to push dirty cum out of my tender and decidedly well-fucked rectum. Anal sex? God! I must have been really passed out because I didn't remember any of that and getting a big, hard dick in my virgin butthole seemed like the sort of thing that would wake a person up. Whoever had done it – more than one? Probably – whoever had done it hadn't used a rubber either.

That kind of freaked me out. A boy couldn't have cum inside my pussy, I thought. My friends wouldn't have let him. They'd promised me over and over, countless times, and I wanted to believe them. I wanted to be okay and not worry. Too late for that. Too late. Late. Oh man, I was right in the middle of my cycle too. Like two weeks from my period and I winced at every wet plop of semen as the stuff dripped out of me slowly to land in the toilet bowl.

Plop – Plop – Plop

I needed a bath. I had to get that stuff out of me!

"What a great fantasy, Janey!" I said and the little retard was probably lucky she wasn't there right then. I'd have killed her!

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"Uhhh…Hi." Stephen looked at me from Janey's bed, sort of hiding behind an old copy of Seventeen.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, closing the bedroom door behind me.

"I'm just, um…" he cleared his throat and I imagined I looked a little pissed.

I mean, that was the look I was going for after spending half an hour in the bathtub trying to get cum out of my hair, butt, and pussy. I threw my clothes on the floor and crossed the room wearing a towel wrapped around my tits and it covered my bare butt anyway. My panties had been wet, naturally, since boy cum had been leaking out of me while I'd slept. Luckily, Janey had a nice selection and I even found a pair of baby blue panties that fit me. Sorta. Stupid little munchkin.

"Well?" I stared at him, like daring the boy not to watch me pull Janey's panties on, working them under the towel.

"Amy said they needed help," Stephen told me. "At the party. They, um…Janey said we could bring you here."

"So you helped?" I started digging through the other drawers in Janey's dresser, looking for a t-shirt that would fit me.

"Well, yeah," Stephen nodded, putting the magazine down and sitting up a little higher against the pillows. "Are you okay?"

"Did you fuck me?" I stared at him and I honestly didn't know how I felt. Not ashamed or anything, I didn't feel embarrassed, just sort of mad. Sort of…resentful, I guess.

"No." Stephen blinked at me and his face turned pink.

"I mean, not here," I frowned at him. "At the party?"

"Uh…"

"Did you fuck me?"

"No," he shook his head and looked down, avoiding me, and I wasn't sure if I believed him or not.

"You did too," I decided, except I wasn't totally sure. I just wanted to think that because I had to take off the towel to put the t-shirt on.

"I didn't. I swear, Jilly. I just…Oh…" Stephen looked up again, seeing me standing there in only a pair of too small panties.

His eyes got huge for a second and he looked away quickly. I believed him then and I pulled the t-shirt over my head and shook my wet hair loose. I'd picked a shirt that I knew was too big for Janey, but it was still too small for me and it didn't even cover my belly button, but I couldn't do anything about that. I couldn't do anything about the way my dark, fat nipples poked against the thin, white cotton either. I wasn't in much of a mood to look sexy or whatever, but I guess I did and Stephen glanced at me shyly, nervously, drinking me in as I started brushing my hair.

"Why not?" I asked him, telling myself I wasn't really curious, but that was a lie.

"I don't know."

Stephen swallowed hard as I turned around, showing him my butt with those blue panties kinda wedged between my cheeks. My hips giving way to my waist and then that t-shirt clinging to my ribs. My smooth legs, my bare feet, my shoulders moving, my head tilting as I pulled Janey's brush through my hair. Yeah, I was posing for the boy, but don't ask me why. Maybe I just wanted to punish him somehow, you know? Show him what he couldn't have now that I was awake. That thought was in my head; I never wanted to fuck anyone ever again, but I didn't understand it. Probably I was just being childish, except I didn't feel like a little girl. I just felt…numb.

And resentful.

"Those other guys fucked me though, huh?" I stared at his reflection in the mirror. "How many?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, looking very unhappy. That made me feel a little better anyway. I liked the way Stephen blushed and frowned and kept glancing at me, wanting to stare, but unable to.

"Yeah, you do," I said. "How many?"

"Ummm…" he shook his head.

"Ten?" I asked him. "Twenty?"

"Maybe," Stephen licked his lips and picked up a teddy bear, a small one from the nightstand next to Janey's bed.

"Just tell me," I sighed, getting tired of this game. That's how it felt too, like a game.

"Most of them, I think," he answered slowly.

"How many is that?" I dropped the hairbrush with a careless clatter on the dresser and turned around, putting my hands on my hips. Staring at the boy.

"Like…thirty guys?" Stephen made it sound like a question. "Maybe."

"But not you," I snorted and for some reason that made me mad. Like really mad and that seemed kinda crazy, but I couldn't help it. Maybe I was crazy.

"I, um…"

"You what?" I demanded. "Are you a fag or something?"

"No." Stephen blinked at me, his face flushed pink.

"So?" I held out my hands. "What are you doing here? How come you didn't fuck me?"

"Cause I love you, Jilly," he whispered, staring back at me finally, meeting my eyes with his while I tried to understand.

"What?"

"I love you," he repeated, only slightly louder, and I felt my anger going away. "I just wanted to help get you out of there, that's all."

"You did?"

"After I found out, um…Todd said you were passed out and he fucked you and, um…" Stephen frowned, "…I kinda hit him."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Stephen nodded. "I thought it was just him, but then…I'm sorry, Jilly."

"Sorry?"

"There was a bunch of guys who did it," he told me. "I didn't know until Todd and then I went upstairs and…I didn't know. I should have stopped them, but I didn't and then I got Ryan and he didn't want to do anything and the other guys told me to shut-up and not worry about it and Amy and Karen were acting like they didn't care and…"

"Huh? I almost smiled, waving at the boy to slow down so I could understand what he was telling me.

"I tried to stop them," Stephen sighed, looking down at the little teddy bear in his hands. "I'm sorry, Jilly."

"What? Like you were gonna…save me or something?" I did smile and he nodded slowly.

"I finally found Janey and she said we could come to her house, so…" he shrugged and looked at me. "I didn't do anything. I mean, I just helped carry you kinda and Janey said I could sleep here too, but I didn't touch you or, um…"

"I know."

"I love you, Jill."

"I guess so," I sighed, having no idea how to deal with that.

But I kinda liked it too.

 

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