Olivia PoV

Dani grabbed my hair and forced me into a kiss, I winced at the sudden pain from her grip. I quickly moved my hands to her wrist on the back of my head and started trying to get her to stop. She pulled back and shoved one of her hands into my skirt, “Hey! What’re you doing?!” I yelled.

“What do you think?” she asked smugly.

She pushed two fingers inside and my eyes widened in surprise, “Agh! Ow! It hurts, s-stop please.” I pleaded, curling over her hand, and grabbing at it fearfully.

“Hm? Have you never done this before?” she asked, pumping the fingers in and out.

“N-no.” I said. “Ah, mn, ow!” I groaned. She nibbled lightly on my ear, moving her other hand to my ass, and rubbing it slightly. “Mgh, ah.” She rubbed against my clit with her thumb, still thrusting her fingers in and out, “AH!” I yelled as I came. “S-stop it.”

“But you’re being so cute.” She observed in a whiny tone.

I clung fearfully to her shirt, she pushed the fingers in further than before, “Agh! Mgh, s-stop.” I pleaded.

“Nah, pass.” She rejected.

She thrusted her fingers further in, “Ah!” I moaned in pleasure. She pushed a third finger in, “Ah! Ah!” I yelled, coming from her finger.

“You’re adorable.” she commented. My breathing was heavy, when I fell onto the president’s chest. She pulled out, and pushed the three fingers into my mouth, my eyes went wide while I gagged slightly, “Clean it.” she ordered.

At this point, I was extremely pissed off, I bit down on her fingers and shot out of her lap. I stood on unsteady legs, “Fuck you asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you, ya piece of shit!?” I screamed.

I saw her get angry, and she slammed me against her desk, “I told you not to call me that.” she ordered.

I felt fear seep its way into adrenaline running through my blood, but I quickly pushed it down and kneed her in the stomach. She jumped off of me in pain, “Fuck you!” I screamed, running off in tears. I grabbed my bag, and went home.

The next day at lunch…

As soon as the bell went off I ran to the roof. I didn’t want to talk to anyone so instead I hid behind the building.

The roof was large, because our school was massive. You had to take stairs to the top, and the door was usually locked. Really easy to pick though. There's a bar going around the edge of the roof to protect you from the terrifying thing that is suicide.