It was important to laugh, he always told himself.  Especially in a fight.  If you kept laughing, not only did it keep your personal morale up... it could really freak the punk out.  Thomas hated football players... he couldn't really say why.  He'd never been targetted by their scorn, he'd never lost a girlfriend to one... they were all just sort of there, and he really didn't like them.  Unfortunately, that meant when he picked a fight, he usually ended up having to fight most of the entire team... putting him on the losing side probably more often then he'd care to admit.  Right now, however, he figured he was doing pretty good for somebody who was going against three guys, two of whom were bigger than him.  Blood coated his knuckles as he connected with the team's kicker's jaw...

Anna wasn't one to be pointed out for the best grades or stood out in the croud. Heck, she was the one who was last out of the classroom and to herself most of the time. Reading a book or writing a short story. Anything she did was by herself. Looking up with her blue eyes at the croud ahead of her, there seemed to be something going on. Sighing as she pushed through the crowd, someone pushed her in excitement. Causing her to stumble forward. Onto Thomas, who was currently the one fighting. She flinched and slowly got up and off of him. "S-Sorry. I was pushed."

The weight of another body suddenly falling clumsily against him drove him into one of the guys fighting him.  The impact was able to keep Thomas standing, albeit off balance, while knocking the lineman to the ground.  It would have been helpful... if he'd only been in a fight with the one player.  Unfotunately, being off balance meant the next swing that landed was a pretty strong right hook to Tom's own cheek, sending his head flying back and to the right and into the girl he did not know was called Anna.

Anna's eyes widened and she fell back onto her back. "Ow ow." she said softly sitting up holding her skirt down. And staring at Thomas, he was bleeding. "...!" She scrambled back some flinching slightly. "S-Sorry..." 

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be!" If there was a follow through to that threat, it was drowned out by the sounds of the expensive shoes of their school's football team colliding with Tom's back and sides as he curled up into a ball to protect his vitals and his head.  They didn't stay long, he was on the ground, and the winners of the fight had already been decided... there wasn't much of a point.  He groaned and looked at her, "What the hell's your problem spaz?"

"N-Nothing. I was pushed." Anna said looking at him. "I'm sorry, seriously.." she looked away swallowing. "I didn't mean to bump into you." 

"You bet your ass you didn't mean to bump into me!" It was hard to really convincingly sound tough when you were also lying on the ground bleeding from the mouth, but he gave it his best shot.  You'd think after seventeen years, he'd have gotten used to this whole bullying thing... but he wasn't particularly on his A-game if he was.  

Anna slowly got up. "I really didn't mean too." she said softly. "I've got to go." she said stepping back and running quickly. The reason she never talked anyone, it always ended up bad.

"You gotta go, huh?" he mocked and grabbed her forcefully by the wrist.  He dragged her into the first door they found, convienently... particularly for his joke... it was the restroom.  Unfortunately for her, it was the boy's room, "Well go ahead and pick whichever stall you want."  The room smelled bad, and the floors were sticky... not exactly a shining endorsement for the superiority of the male gender.

Anna winced slightly and stared up at the boy. "N-No...please..." she said shaking her head. She covered her nose.

He pushed her face first against one of the urinals, "Stand there." he insisted as he stepped back and used his cell phone to take a picture of her standing next to one of the urinals, "As soon as you tell me your name, I'll start telling everybody that you really have a dong," he smirked... unaware of the fact that the name getting really should have come first.

Anna flinched and stared back at him. "...I-I won't...tell you my name." she said blushing. "Pervert." she said under her breath. "I didn't mean to push you.." 

Damn, he thought, suddenly coming to the realization that he should have gotten the name sooner, "Fine then... it's gotta be on something in your bag, gimme your bag," he demanded as he yanked it from her shoulder, using his other hand to push her face into the filthy men's room wall.  He started gleefully going through it, dropping all the embarassing feminine things in her bag to the floor as part of his search.  It would probably be hilarous to see her explain why she was picking up feminine products off the floor of the men's room if somebody else walked in after he was done...

"H-Hey!" Anna shouted at him trying to push his arm away. "Stop going though my stuff!!" she shouted at him. "You don't have the right to do this." she said closing her eyes. "You really don't." she tried to push him off of her.

"Sure I do, I'm part of the hermaprhodite police," he lied.  Obviously.  If there were such an organization, it was quite unlikely he'd ever even attempted to become a part of it.  He finally pulled out some of her homework, "Awww... Anna, is it?  Guess you'll probably want this back, too..." he said folding it up and putting it in his pocket.

Anna's eyes widened, until she grabbed his arm and pushed it off of her. "Give that back!" she shouted reaching out for his pocket. It wasn't homework really, a story she had worked on off and on since the begenning of the school year. "Right now!" she shouted at him ready to tackle him if needed.

"I wouldn't have it at all if you had just told me your name," he smirked holding her back, "You want it back?  Show me your boobs," he smirked and demonstrated that his camera phone was still at the ready as he held both it and the papers over a toilet.

"W-What...?!" Anna asked him with wide eyes. "N-No...don't." she said shaking her head. "Don't. It's not homework." she said staring up at him. Show him her chest? In such a nasty place. "..." she looked away lifting up her shirt for five seconds. She hid something alright, her chest wasn't small at all. A happy size DD-cup. "There...Now give..me my story back. Please." she said reaching out for it.

"Not so fast," he reasoned, "Take the shirt completely off.  I'll give you a page back for every picture I take," there didn't seem to be much of a negotiation there.

Anna stared at him, then looked away. Putting her bag over her shoulder, she quickly snatched it out of his hands. "I said that's it." she snapped turning away from him, and quickly running out of the bathroom. She was safe for now, if she got to homeroom in time. She stuffed her story into her locker quickly.

Normally he'd have let it go at that.  Usually picking on any one particular kid wasn't his way of things... he liked to diversify, didn't like to be too predictable, after all.  But maybe it was seeing her breasts out of the corner of his eye, but it had become an obsession during his time in class.  He kept looking for her in the hallways... and now... at lunch he found her again...

Anna sat alone, eating her lunch in peace. Quietly ignoring the stares she always got. 

 He didn't ask if the seat next to her was taken.  He just sat down.  He didn't ask if she was going to eat the other half of her sandwich.  He just picked it up and took a bite of it.  It saved him a lot of money on getting meals for himself this way, "How you been, Annie?" he asked as he took a sip from her beverage, "Seems like it's been almost 44D years since I've seen you," it might have been clever if it had made any sense at all.

Anna flinched. "What...do you want, Thomas?" she asked looking away from him. Feeling annoyed by his presence. Which rarely even happened. "I'd like to eat in peace.." she said finishing half of her sandwhich, before standing up. "See you." she said grabbing her bag to leave.

"I'm sure you'd like to do a lot of things in peace," he nodded and followed her up, "I'd sure like to not send that picture of you in the men's room to everybody I know, too.  The thing is," he threatened, "We don't always get to do what we want, right?  I mean... if you don't do things I tell you, I'd just have to send the picture, wouldn't I?"

Anna swallowed. "...What do you want, Thomas?" she asked quietly. She always thought he would leave her alone after that, but he didn't.

He scanned the cafeteria until he found the nerdiest, loneliest looking guy he could and smirked at her, "See that kid?  I want you to go over to him, and give him your panties.  Do it quietly, though... no reason the entire school needs to know about your secret crush..." obviously he said that like it was what she was supposed to tell him, not like he actually believed she had a crush on him.

Anna's eyes widened. "That's..." she looked away. And walked off from him. "N-No..." she said too him turning the corner out of the cafetera. "And...there isn't a thing you can do."

"Alright," he said pulling his sticky fingers from her bag once again to show her that he was holding her phone as well.  Getting close to her had just been for the opportunity, though, he had to admit it would have been funny.  "Not a lot of numbers in here, but I wonder what your dad will think of the picture I took?"

Anna glared at him. Before tackling him, for the phone. She was fed up... to say the least. She grabbed his phone and her own phone. Throwing his to the floor, it broke. She got off of him and stumbled back as she put her phone away. "Now you don't have it.."

"You know," he began with obvious annoyance, "You're not very good at this..." it was really his own fault for pushing her too far, but now he only had the recourse of pushing her further.  People were looking at them after all.  He stood quickly and grabbed her by the hair, "Everybody!" he called with eager anticipation and reached down to ready to pull up her shirt.  She seemed so embarassed about her breasts... why not let the whole cafeteria see what she was hiding.

"Stop it..." Anna whispered as he grabbed her hair. Her eyes widened, then she blushed. "S-Stop...please.." she said with watering eyes now. "Don't..."

"You do what I say... when I say... or I expose you," he chuckled as he whisperred the threat, "Quite literally, to the whole senior class.  Fair?"

Anna began to cry. "..." she nodded her head slightly.

"Good.  Now go do the panties thing," he said, letting her go.  There was a look of confusion from the crowd that was watching them.  They'd been expecting some kind of announcement or demonstration, but he'd just let her go.

After Anna did the panties thing. She walked right passed him, into the hallways. She was crying. Her head tilted down against the wall.

"I think I need to keep your phone," he informed her as he followed her in the hallway, "You broke mine, after all." Then he grinned at her, "So, was he excited when you gave them to him?  What did he say... tell me everything!"

Anna looked up at him with a hurt look on her face. "...He didn't say anything.." she said in a broken voice. "...I'm not give you my phone..." she said as she began walking away from him.

"He didn't say anything?  How lame!" he whined, "Where are you going?  I haven't excused you yet..."

Anna stoped mid-step, and kept her head down. "...W-What...else do you want?"

"I don't know," he lauged and grabbed her by the wrist pulling her into a janitor's closet, "I'm sure I'll think of somethin'," he said as he tossed her to the ground, stepping on her knee to keep her there.

Anna whimpered to herself slightly. "Ow.." she said keeping her skirt down. "...Y-You're...hurting my knee."

"Lift up your skirt and let me see your bush, and maybe I'll step off of it, then," he instructed.  He wasn't unreasonable, see... he was perfectly willing to make compromises.

Anna's eyes widened slightly, before tilting her head down and lifting up her skirt. "...P-Please get off of me knee."

He applied more pressure, "Well... since you asked nicely," he apparently wasn't going to move his foot, "Spread your legs wider and take off your shirt."

Anna did as he said. "...." she was crying to herself now. "There..." 

"Do you ever touch yourself, Annie?" he teased her and put even more pressure on her knee, twisting it slightly.

"A-Ah!" Anna said in pain, before shaking her head. "N-No...I've never...!"

"You should," he said, not really paying much attention to her as he began looking around at what was in the room.  His eyes settling on a box of mousetraps, "Touch yourself," he insisted as he pulled out one of the mouse traps and set the mechanism, holding it omenously over her breasts.

Anna's eyes widened, and she brought up one hand to her breast and began to squeeze. "..." she kept the moans intact under her breath. "...Why...are you doing this?" she asked in pain and pleasure. 

 "Touch your pussy," he said vulgarly.  He took a moment to think about why he was doing this.  What would be a good answer to her question, he wonderred, as he dropped the mousetrap over her left breast, letting it clap shut hard against the fat tissue, "I don't know," he answerred honestly, "Because it's fun, I guess."

Anna let out a painful scream, and she then slapped him across the face hard. Tossing the mouse trap away, she touched her now bruised breast. "Go away...Just go...away." she said trembling in place.

He stood higher and moved his foot away from her knee just to bring it down on her chest hard enough to knock the wind out of her, "No.  I'm not going anywhere now.  Put your hand between your legs," he said, more threateningly than before.

"...Just go to hell...." she whispered breathlessly. "I won't...do anything you say..." she said closing her eyes tightly, trying to breath. "...."

"I told you," he said slapping her across the face as he brought her up to her feet by her hair, "I'm not going anywhere until I'm done with you," he teased her bringing one of his hands up to grab her left breast and squeeze where the mouse trap had left the bruise.

Anna gasped in pain and then let out a sad noise. "...I hate you." she whispered crying quietly.

He backed away, but didn't move his hand of all gestures and looked at her with a somewhat confused look, "Hate me?" there was a really strange tone to the question, as if he had no idea what he'd done to upset her, "Look, it's all just part of the game.  If you don't play along, I don't have any options but to escalate."

"This isn't...a game.." she said sadly. "It...isn't..." she tilted her head down some. "...I hate you, Thomas..."

"You can't hate me!" he insisted, "You don't even fucking know me!" he shouted at her, slapping her across the face again.

Anna turned her head to the side. Before kicking him in between the leg. She grabbed her shirt and skirt. "Don't...talk to me...again." she said in a hurt tone. Opening the door, and running out.

She had to have learned by now that she didn't get to make the rules like that.  He'd keep on talking to her as much as he wanted.  He'd keep finding her and making things worse for her and it wasn't her place to say when it stopped, "Only one real way out, you know" he said the next morning as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and squeezed, "You could always kill yourself," he laughed.

Anna flinched slightly, before elbowing him and running away quickly. "Leave me alone!"

He ran after her and threw her to the ground and into a chain link fence, "You keep making me run, and you keep hitting me... how do you think that makes me feel?"

Anna winced in pain. "...How do you think that makes you feel?" she asked sourly. "...Go away, and leave me alone Thomas."

He stepped on her hand to keep her on the ground, "No.  Not until you appologize for being so harsh to me.  You got three options.  I'm either going to beat the hell out of you... yeah, I know you're not supposed to hit girls, but the way I figure it a cow like you hardly qualifies, right?" he laughed, "I tell all the boys about those sweater cows you're hiding, and you never hear the end of it... or I do both," he grinned, "What's it gonna be.  Oh, please say C." He was clearly upset about something...

Anna tilted her head down. "Go to hell.." she snapped at him harshly. "..." she shook her head and pushed him off of her. "You...are so blind..." she said walking passed him. "I've never liked you.."

"Never?" he tilted his head, "Did we meet before yesterday or something?"

Anna didn't answer him directly. "You could say, I used to tutor you." she said looking away.


"Tutor me?" he shook his head, "I don't think so... only tutor I ever had was some dorky flat chested bitch in Junior High."

"...Thanks..." she snapped tilting her head down. "I'm not a bitch..nor am I some possestion. I have a boyfriend."

"Do you?" he laughed, "Things move that fast with the guy you gave your panties to, huh?" he kicked her in the stomach.

"That person isn't---" She then winced in pain, falling to her knees hugging her stomach.

"So who're you dating?" he asked with a smirk, "I'll go kick his ass, too."

"..." She tilted her head down. "That isn't...any of your business.."

"I'm making it my business," he grinned and kicked her in the breast, "Tell me his name.  Unless you're just lying to me."

Anna let out a scream of pain, and held her breast. "...No I won't...tell you." she said stumbling back from him. 

"Because you're lying," he accused, "Stupid cows like you always lie about things like that to make themselves sound less like stupid cows."

"I'm not...a cow.." she said wincing slightly and stepping away from him. Glaring at him. "I don't care if you don't believe me.." she said walking passed him. "I'm reporting you..."

"Reporting me to who?" he asked with a shrug, "You'll never be able to prove I did anything.  I'm not the best in the world, I'm sure, but I'm fucking amazing at not getting caught at this stuff."

"I don't lie to the head of the school.." she said running off. "They'll believe me."

"I don't think they will, Annie..." he shrugged, "I mean, after you got caught with drugs in your locker yesterday and all... they're probably looking forward to having a talk with you, though," he might have been bluffing but he seemed pretty sincere when he said it.

Anna stoped. "...What the hell...do you want from me?"

"I told you, I don't know," he shrugged, "But I probaby wouldn't head to school if I were you..."

Anna looked away from him, and then limped passed him.

"Where you going?  They're going to want to know how those drugs got there when you get to school."

"I'm going home...to get the rest you stole away from me." she said bitterly.

"I didn't steal anything from you, you lying bitch!" he screamed and punched her in the back of the head as she walked away.

Anna's vision went off quickly, and she held her head for a second. Before falling to the ground knocked out. 

That was unexpected to say the least.  He'd never actually knocked anybody out before and it had taken him a moment to figure that out.  He'd taken her back to his place once he realized what had happened...

Anna woke up at least two hours later. "Where...am I?" 

"Prison," he replied and yawned.  He'd tied her wrists together with her bra.

Annas eyes wided. "N-No...way.." she said sitting up.

"Or as close to it," he smirked when she sat up looking at him and tossed her backward onto the bed again, hitting her head a little against the metal headboard.

Anna gasped in pain. "Ow...ow...my head.."

"Yeah, that'll probably hurt for a while.  I thought you might have a concussion... but I don't know how to check," he laughed.

Anna trembled in place..."Please..stop...it."

"Stop what?" he questioned, "I'm not even doing anything... yet."

Anna's eyes widened. "W-What...do you mean...not...yet?"

"I like the faces you make when I hurt you," he admitted as he repeated the mouse-trap experiment on her breast again, "It makes me happy."

"A-Ah!!" Anna screamed out in pain. "Get it off of me!! Please...It hurts...It really hurts." she whispered out in a whimper.

"I'll get it off of you if you touch yourself for me, like I asked you to do yesterday."

"..." Anna nodded her head. "I-I will..just...please...!"

"Well, do it," he instructed, pulling on the mouse trap to pull at the fatty tisue of her breast like a very rough pinch more than he actually seemed to be pulling it off.

Anna let out a moan, and tilted her head up. "Oh...Oh no..." she whispered out blushing.

"Oh no?" he smirked, "What's wrong?"

Anna covered her mouth.

"Well, if you're not going to tell me..." he opened up another trap and placed it on the areola of her left nipple... clasping it shut violently.

Anna let out a loud painful scream.

"Now tell me what's wrong," he insisted as he pulled her hands away from her mouth and guided them down to her crotch, letting his own hand lead the way by caressing her inner thigh.

"...I had...made a noise...that's why I said on no.."

"You made a noise?  Well you'll probably make more of them if you keep touching yourself... which is what you'll have to do if you want me to stop putting traps on your tits, right?" he pulled one of them off of her and rubbed over the bruise it left with his hand, squeezing into her breast.

"A-Ah...." Anna whispered out as her squeezed her breast. "I-I...won't admit it.."

He sat down on her stomach, forcing her arms down and holding them so that her hands were near her crotch, "Won't admit what?"

Anna's eyes widened, and she blushed an even darker red. "...It...Feels...good.."

"Oh, I'll bet it does.  As good as your fictional boyfriend makes you feel, huh?"

Anna's eyes closed sadly. "...I really do have a boyfriend..."

"Ever cheat on him?" he smirked as he slid his hand down her hands and over her crotch.

"N-No...I haven't...which is why...I want you to stop..."

"Why's that?" he said pinching and twisting on her right breast, gripping it with as much of his hand as he could wrap around it, "You think you're going to cheat on him?"

"You're making me feel things...I don't want to feel." Anna said gasping for air, unevenly. "I don't...want to feel like this.."

He placed another trap on her breast and snapped it shut as he moved himself back to sit between her legs, enjoying the show she was performing on herself as he unzipped his pants, "Tell me his name.  What's your boyfriend's name."

"...J-Josh...!" She shouted out in pain, breathing unevenly. Before opening her eyes wide. "W-What...are you...doing?"

"If you really didn't want me to do anything, you'd stop me, wouldn't you?" he taunted her, he'd already demonstrated that he'd respond with violence if she did.  He slid her tied hands away from her crotch and put himself next to her as if he were going to enter her, "You've really never cheated on Josh?"

"...No I haven't!" Anna said trying to move. "D-Don't...don't!"

He jammed his knuckles into her ribs under her breasts to cause a well of pain that might have been enough to distract her as he pushed himself inside her, "Now you have," he smirked.

Anna's mouth opened and she let out a very loud scream. "W-Why....Why...?" she whispered trying to push him off of her. "Stop...It...Stop!" she cried out trying to stay awake. Before passing out.

There wasn't any entertainment to be had with her passing out all the time, but still he found it amusing.  He hadn't done anything after she'd falled unconcious, instead just cleaned her up and gone to have something to eat.

Anna woke up the following morning. With bad memories going though her head. "...." she curled up into a ball trembling in place.

"What's wrong?" he yawned, waking up from a chair he'd slept in across the room, "It's not like you have to tell him."

"I hate you..." Anna whispered to herself over and over again. She felt like she was split in two basiclly.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes and turned over a little as if he were going to go back to sleep.  It probably shouldn't bother him as much as it did.

Anna got up and out of the bed, then fell to her knees. "Ow...ow..." she whispered to herself.

He groaned and grabbed the first thing his hand landed on, a fairly thick history text book, and hurled it at her, "Stop making so much noise, dammit."

Anna blocked her head from the text book. Before picking it up and tossing it back at him. 

If it had hurt him when it hit him, he didn't seem to react, but he did get up and out of the chair.  Picking it up and walking over to her and kicking her in the stomach before repeatedly slamming it into her back and head.

Anna curled up and kept her head ducked down, touching her head when he was done. There was blood... She laid back down feeling sick.

"You have to stop makign me hit you," he teased as he went back to the chair, "I even let you have the bed."

Anna looked up at him. No life in her eyes anymore, she looked sad and broken..